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Over the course of the next few weeks, my job got, well at least it felt like it, got rougher. I thought it would be an easy job, just getting coffee. I was wrong. Really, really wrong. Since Dean insisted that he did not need a PA, nor wanted one, he was trying his best to make me quit. As draft time was upon us, everyone, Superstars and stage hands and crew alike, were called into a meeting concerning the draft. While both shows were going to have TV rights to certain people, the non-televised shows would continue to be made up of both rosters. They were bringing back some old titles and creating a new one for the women that would be equal to the status of the Intercontinental tile or the United States championship. Some talent were let go, others brought back. Some were called up. Some, not all were keeping to the new roster line-ups.
"Ambrose, you are keeping the title. Rollins, we are going to be giving you a new title. Don't worry about a thing. We still want the two of you to go head to head on this." Shane said.
"Ladies, you are getting two new titles, well, one new the other... We are bringing back the Women's tag team championship. There are enough of you to make it worth it. We are also introducing a mixed tag team championship. That means one champion will be male, the other female." Stephanie said.
In the six weeks since WWE brought me in, they have done nothing but frustrate the Champ. They flip-flop on him like crazy. They give me weekly schedules to keep him to, but after I've had them for a day, sometimes just an hour, they go and change it. Not only frustrating him, but me as well. Try as I may, it's hard to keep to a schedule that keeps changing.
"Dean, we need to go over tomorrow's schedule." I said.
"So they can change it again? No thanks. If they give you one that's right, we can sit down and discuss it. Until then, just remind me the night before." He said as he walked away with Renee.
"That's what I'm trying to do." I sighed.
"Don't sweat it, Baby Girl," Roman said walking up to me. "Dean is just mad that they are trying to use you to control him."
"But I'm not trying to control him, Mr. Reigns I'm just trying to do my job. I'm just trying doing what I was told to do. Which was to get him to places. On time." I sighed.
"Baby Girl, the way he sees it, if you're not with him, you're with them. He doesn't like being told what to do. He likes to do his own thing on his own terms."
"I understand that. Maybe I should just do what he wants and resign my position. I obviously am not cut out for this."
"You need to find some middle ground with him. Just a little patience goes a long way with him."
"Thank you, Mr. Reigns." I smiled.
"For what, Baby Girl?" Roman asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"For this little pep talk."
"Baby Girl, it was as much for his sake as yours. Just be patient. And no more of this 'Mr. Reigns' crap. Call me Roman." He said walking away.
I walked to my car, hoping to get an early start to the next town. I was doing what I had been doing for the last six weeks. I drive myself from town to town, get myself a room and try to keep my client to the schedule we were given. Whether he likes it or not. I get into the car, put my bags in the back seat and start it up.
I got about half way to the next town when my car started to make a sputtering sound.
"No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! This cannot be happening! You stupid car! Your tank is full! No check engine light! What the hell is wrong with you?!" I cried.
I pulled over to the side of the road. Just as I was getting out of the car, it started to rain.
"Of course! You got anything else for me?!" I screamed looking at the sky.
A car pulled up behind mine. The driver honked the horn, but I was too focused on my car to notice. I was looking under the hood to try to figure out what the problem was with my car. Still not noticing the car behind mine, nor noticing the driver getting out and coming over to me.
"Evie?" A voice asked.
I looked up to see Seth Rollins standing beside my car.
"Seth? What are you doing here?" I asked.
"We saw you pull over."
"Seth, get back in your car. Go to the next town. Get some sleep." I said softly.
"Not without you."
"Rollins! Turn around, get back in your car, and go to the next town. I can fix my car. I just need a little time." I said.
"Not an option. You can't fix it in the rain, and you know it. Evie, get in my car. We will send a tow truck for yours."
"No can do." I replied.
"Then you leave us no choice. Big Guy, grab the girl. I'll get her bags." Rollins said. I hadn't noticed Roman getting out of the car. Nor getting close enough to pick me up. He just reached out and tossed me over his shoulder.
"Roman Reigns! Put! Me! Down!" I shouted.
"Once we are in the car, not before. You're gonna get sick. Seth is on the phone with the Company's insurance as we speak. Don't fight us on this, Baby Girl. Please. We only want what's best for you." He said as he walked back to the car he shared with Seth.
Seth joined us in the car. I was expecting Roman to move back to the front seat. But he didn't.
"You're really not going to sit in the front? You're gonna make me feel like a chauffeur." Seth said looking back.
"Are you gonna drive or not?" Roman questioned.
"You need to come back up here."
"Not gonna happen, Seth. Our girl here is frozen. She needs to get warm or risk getting sick. What better way to get her warm?"
"Fine. Fine. I get it. Anyway, the insurance company said your car will be picked up in half an hour and taken to a mechanic for you to pick up tomorrow."
"Great. Can we just get on the road? Please?" I sighed.
We got to the hotel finally three hours later. Roman and Seth checked in. I went to and Roman stopped me.
"Oh no, Baby Girl. You room with us tonight."
"You should cancel all rooms you have reserved. You are going to be rooming with us from now on. And that car of yours, I hope you're not too attached to it."
"It was a rental." I said quietly.
"Good. Return it. Travel with us from now on, Sweetheart. You shouldn't have to drive alone for hours at a time. Drive with us. We can take turns if you insist on driving some of the way." Rollins said.
"A-Are you going to tell anyone about this?" I questioned as we headed to the elevator.
"Are you ashamed of us, Baby Girl?"
"No... I-I-I Just have a clause in my contract that prevents me from...How did Shane put it?... Oh right. 'Romantically entangled' with any superstar." I said.
"So now corporate is telling the employees who they can and can't date." Roman laughed.
"Said that they didn't want it to affect the way I do my job. They think if I get involved with the talent that the quality of my work will go down. But what they don't seem to realize is that... If I can't get my job done it's because my client won't allow me to do it. Nor can I get it done if they keep changing my client's schedule." I retorted.
"You can't be serious." Rollins scoffed.
"Completely and utterly serious. Shane and I had a whole conversation about it. He thinks that because I technically work for corporate, it wouldn't be fair for me to pick favorites. Although, right now I have to say that Dean is not my favorite person. He is making my life hell right now." I sighed.
The elevator door opened and there's Dean. Roman and Seth got in the elevator and Dean walked out.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my so called assistant. Don't we have a schedule to keep to?" He smirked.
"In the morning, Dean." I replied as I pushed my way into the elevator.
"It's five AM, Babe."
"You got this, Dean. She literally just walked in." Roman said.
"You know your schedule?" I asked.
"Radio interview, then a signing. Do I need to take the championship?" He replied.
"Radio and a signing? No. You don't need the title." I said.
"Good."
"See you later, Ambrose. I'm gonna take a nap." I said as the elevator door closed.