Hello everyone! This is the first time I am submitting my writing here on FF. Comments are always welcome. Both good and not so good, lol.
My disclaimer is simple. If they are famous, I don't own them. Now enjoy the story!
The alarm on Melissa's nightstand buzzed annoyingly. She slammed the snooze bar once. Buzzed again, snooze bar again. This went on for about 20 minutes. Finally Melissa gave up and got ready for work. The sun was shining, the birds were singing. It was straight out of a Walt Disney movie. That is until Mel heard a police siren. Then she heard two of her neighbors arguing over a stolen newspaper. It was amazing to her. At night time, Melissa's Brooklyn street was quiet and peaceful. You can sleep with the windows open on her tree lined street and not hear a peep. During the day however it was a different story! City buses ran up and down the street. A fruit stand on the corner brang a warm feeling to the neighborhood. People came and went with the hustle and bustle that comes with living in New York City. Though it can be loud at times and crazy, Melissa wouldn't have it any other way.
Melissa finally puttered to the bathroom and started the shower. Her bathroom was her sanctuary. It was a way to escape from the everyday grind. She had a glass enclosed shower for two, with massaging shower heads on either side of the shower. Those massaging shower heads sure came in handy lately. Being single Mel loved using her shower heads as her own personal pretend boyfriend. Not today though. Mel had that important meeting in Sue's office. Quickly showering and drying off, Melissa began rummaging through her enormous closet.
The closet was a room in itself. It had a sitting bench and a separate room just for her shoes! Her closet seemed to go on forever. It was Melissa's pride and joy. She loved the fact that her wardrobe was not only up to date, but trend setting as well. The younger women in her office (and some men!) always asked where she got that dress, or if those were the same shoes in Vogue magazine. Yes, Melissa loved her clothes!
She almost loved then as much as food. Melissa was a foodie. She loved eating food, cooking, and dining out. Mel loved everything about food. That's the primary reason why Melissa was a "more to love" girl. Melissa was not fat. Not even close. She was no stick either. Melissa was a happy size 12. Her five foot two inch frame looked great in almost all her clothes. Yes Melissa might not have had a supermodel's figure.
And sure she was a shortie. Melissa was a beautiful girl. From her auburn hair to her curvy figure, Melissa had her share of guys wanting her. Finding a date was never a problem for her. Finding a boyfriend was another story. She signed at the thought. "Shit, what am I going to wear?" was the way she suppressed that past thought. Melissa finally decided to wear a simple DKNY black pantsuit. Her red blouse under her suit jacket matched her red heels. Deciding on wearing her hair back in a bun, her look was complete. Grabbing her briefcase and running out the door, Melissa was on her way to work yet again.
"Good morning Miss O'Toole. Would you like the usual for breakfast?" The voice was bright and cherry. Melissa's assistant Bethany was a gem. A sweet loving girl from the South, Bethany was Melissa's right arm. From making sure she had her coffee in the morning, to booking her flights and hotels for business trips. Bethany was there.
"Morning Bethany, extra large coffee today hun. Had another crappy night last night." Bethany just nodded and smiled. She never pried. Melissa was once again grateful to have an assistant who was their for her. The coffee seemed to appear magically in front of her. Sipping her coffee and looking around her office, Melissa was content for the moment. She was content until Sue stuck her head in the office door...
"Hey Mel, ready for this meeting?" Sue was jumpy. Very jumpy. She seemed almost nervous. That's unlike her.
"Yeah Sue, are you ok? Mel asked. Sue just smiled.
"Of course hun, why would you ask? To be honest hun, I am a bundle of nerves! This meeting needs to be perfect. So please Melissa, turn on the charm and make this work!".
Melissa was surprised by Sue's comments. She was not only nervous. She was downright nuts!
"Don't worry boss, we'll be fine. Is the client here? If so let's get this party started!" Melissa said confidently. Melissa had every right to be confident. Melissa was the best financial advisor in the company. Her clients loved her. Her bosses loved her as well. Melissa found that perfect combination in bitchiness and sweetness that made her no nonsense approach to her work daunting to watch. Sue had nothing to worry about with Melissa at the reigns. Exusing herself to freshen up, Sue left Melissa once again in her thoughts. A few moments of happy silence passed before Melissa was practically tackled by Bethany.
"Did you see who's here Mel? I can't believe he's here!" Bethany said happily. Giddy was giddy.
"Bethany, you're making me want to puke. Turn down the fucking chippiness Mary Poppins. What's the deal?". Mel was getting testy. She always did right before seeing a new client. It was almost as though she was putting on her game face before a big game. Melissa always did this, so Bethany paid her no mind.
"Melissa, Vince McMahon is HERE!!!!". Bethany shrieked on the last word.
Giving the assistant she loved a moment ago the look of death, Melissa calmly stood from her chair.
"Who gives a shit, and who the hell is Vince McMahon?" Melissa's question almost made Bethany choke. Being from the South, Bethany grew up watching wrestling in Menphis with her family. Wrestling down south is as sacred as the bible.
"Mel, Vince McMahon is the chairman of the WWE. World Wrestling Entertainment? Ring a bell? Geez Melissa, you are clueless!"
Bethany was losing Melissa fast. She thought of the one thing that might make Melissa see the awesomeness that was in the office down the hall.
"Melissa, here. Look at the stock for the WWE. Look at the split last week. Look at those numbers. That's just the past 6 months growth Melissa. Now do you get it?" Melissa was no wrestling fan. Her brothers used to watch it on Saturday mornings. Then they would try to practice their wrestling moves on their younger and smaller sister. She could care less about wrestling. Melissa cared about the numbers. The numbers were her bible to her. Plain and simple. This put Melissa in the frame of mind needed to get her company the WWE account.
"Enough of this, give me five minutes to prep!" Melissa barked at her assistant. That was enough for Bethany to jump and leave the office. Melissa took just a moment to look over the notes on the WWE. Over 10,000 employees internationally. Some without insurance. A publicly traded company where the money makers can have their careers ended with an injury. Melissa had read enough. This company needed her. They needed her badly. And she knew it. A cocky grin etched onto her face as she left her office and walked down the hall to the meeting.
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Melissa was ready for this. Her bring it on mentality swayed her into the room with an arrogance that could not be compared to by anyone else in her company. That is why she was there. This is her moment to shine.
Melissa let her cockiness shine when she walked into the room and announced: "So which one of you is Mr. McMahon?" The room became silent. You could hear a pin drop. How dare someone NOT know who Vincent Kennedy McMahon was!
"Sorry boys, I'm too busy working to watch men run around in their underwear on TV. So I'll ask again. Which one of you is Mr. McMahon?" The silence in the room was ended with a hearty belly laugh.
"I'm Mr. McMahon. Please call me Vince." He was amused by her outburst. Good. That's what Melissa liked.
"Glad to meet you Vince.", Melissa said with a hearty handshake. "Can you please introduce me to the rest of the room?"
"It's my pleasure dear. My personal assistant Miss Bellows, My head accountant John Grey ." Handshakes went all around. Vince introduced all of his entourage except for one. He introduced himself.
"Miss O'Toole, my name is Randy Orton. I run around on TV in my underwear every week.", he said with a smirk. A cocky smirk. A cocky smirk alot like Melissa's. A cocky smirk she could not stop herself from noticing. Why was she staring? Why was she shaking her hand for so long? Why was he doing to same?
Let the fun begin!