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Here is the second chapter, hope u like it
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Fiona's POV
Three weeks later, I was walking through the main doors of Stratus Marketing & Development and taking the lift to the second floor to my office. Settling at my desk I look out across the main floor not many people are in at 8am but I wanted to prep for the day ahead. I had already signed o2 telecoms account since arriving back from Dublin, but my thoughts still plagued by the large handsome man that had saved me that night. Flicking on my computer and taking my diary out of my bag, flipping through the pages until I came to today's date making note that I had a meeting with my boss at 2pm. Placing it to the side I grabbed the mouse and opened the folders that contained work for today, after pressing print moving the arrow placing it above the E icon. Sitting there trying to decide if I should Google him or not, it seemed this had become a normal ritual for the last three weeks. Turning I got up from my desk and walked to the printer outside my office only see a couple of cleaners bustling about the office trying to get everything done, gathering up the papers from the printer I walked around the office putting them on the right desks. Heading to the kitchen area I made a coffee and headed back to my desk, sitting there sipping my coffee clicking open the internet. Slowly typing his name into the search engine before hitting enter, appearing on the screen was pictures of Stephen. Sitting there sipping the coffee reading that he was a wrestler named "Sheamus" and that he travelled the world with a company called WWE, noise broke my train of thought as I looked up to see the office now full. Quickly closing the page I tried to concentrate on the work at hand, getting up I went about my daily routine checking adverts for the clients I dealt with. The phones rang non-stop and the office was that busy I skipped lunch and dived into my work, trying to keep my mind of Stephen long enough to get through the day.
1.45pm came quickly as the day went past busily; I got up heading upstairs for my meeting with my boss. Approaching the secretary she smiled and told me to go in, knocking lightly on the door before opening it. I stepped into the room seeing my boss sat there with another woman, making my way over the room I sat in the chair next to the unknown woman. "Fiona, I would like you to meet Stephanie McMahon" I turned to her taking her hand shaking it before listening to my boss talking to her.
"Fiona is the youngest and best advertiser at the company and would be an asset to your company" my boss praised.
"Well I am the Executive vice president, for creative for world wrestling entertainment and we are looking for a advertising team to not only promote the shows but also individual wrestlers too" her gaze looking from me to my boss who was nodding her head in agreement.
"Well I'm sure you will be happy with the work Fiona does" handing a file across to the woman before she stands up and says her goodbyes.
Turning back to my boss "Fiona this will be the biggest account with have here and the company and I'm personally putting you in charge, this will of course mean allot of travelling for you".
"Thank you Ellen, I won't let you down I promise" smiling at her to show my appreciation before leaving the office.
Stephen POV
Stephen woke up to the sound of his alarm, groaning he turned over looking at the clock 5.30am before throwing the covers back and getting up. He searched through his bag finding his shorts and t-shirt throwing them on, he headed out of the door and down to the gym. Once he was in the gym he started to warm up before hitting his workout routine, thinking about the about the woman from Dublin again he had hoped to see her the next morning before leaving but hadn't. Now he was left to think about her smile, how soft her skin felt to his hand and the smell of her perfume as he kissed her good night. Lifting the weights he was feeling the burn on his muscles has he lifted more than usual trying to work out his frustrations. After finishing his intense work out he left the gym and headed back to his room turning on the shower before looking at the clock it was nearly seven and he had to meet martin at 8 for media. Quickly showering and dressing he headed to get breakfast before he left for the interviews, after eating his food he went out front to find martin already standing there waiting. Climbing into the SUV martin started to tell me about the interviews for this morning one radio show, breakfast show and then a signing at Wal-Mart at noon, sighing I sank back into my seat and closed my eyes. The image he saw was one that he had been seeing for the last three weeks every time he closed his eyes, Fiona's face, eyes closed, dark strands of hair falling down sides of her face, the sweet smell of her perfume and how soft her skin felt touching his lips. As the car stopped his eyes flew open with a groan, he noticed martin looking at him in the rear view mirror.
"Everything ok Stephen, you look a bit distracted?" a concerned look on his face.
"ah'm fine fella, just tired is get in there" reassuring the man in the front of him.
Heading into the radio station, he was greeted by a woman he lead him to the recording booth. After he was introduced and was being asked questions by the hosts, he pushed Fiona to the back of his mind. After an hour of answering questions and making the hosts laugh at jokes he cracked, he left the booth and walking towards the exit with martin on his heels. Getting back in the SUV, setting back into my seat closing my eyes seeing the all too familiar image in my mind.
Time seemed to fly by as I was finished at the signing and heading back to the hotel. After 20 minutes of listening to martin telling me about my other appearances this week, we finally arrived at the hotel.
"Cya tomorrow fella" jumping out of the SUV and heading into the hotel, making my way across the lobby and taking six flights of stairs rather than waiting for the lift. Once I was inside my room I walked over to the table where my laptop was placed, flicking it open and on. Pulling up my twitter account then typing in "Fiona O'Neil" into the twitter search engine, scrolling down I see her face and quickly click on profile. I begin reading the profile, learning that she works in advertising, lives in Waterford city and enjoys socialising with her friends. Clicking on her pictures, flicking through the pictures stopping at one of her in an orange jumpsuit, hair tied back tight with the caption of I'm going to fly under it. Looking at the next one it was a video clip and after watching for a few seconds I realised it was Fiona doing a tandem skydive, chuckling at the excited yet scared look on her face. It left me wondering how wild and daring this young Irish lass could be, walking to the bed lying down. Laying there with my arms under my head relaxing, I was imagining what Fiona's wild side would be like, sending a silent prayer that I would somehow see her again.