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"Well Miss O'Toole, the offer is yours for the taking. All traveling expenses will be paid. You'll travel first class with the superstars and the executives. I believe the offer is more than fair. So what do you say?" Vince had a twinkle in his eye. He was very excited with the idea of working with a woman as beautiful as Melissa. Vince was pratically leering at Mel. She was too busy to notice.

"Umm, yeah. That sounds fine." In all honesty Melissa didn't hear much of what Vince, or anyone else said for that matter. All she could do was sit like a lost puppy and stare at the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Yes, you can call him beautiful. From his crisp black Armani suit, to the royal blue dress shirt which matched his eyes to perfection. Randy was dressed to impress. He was easy on the eyes, and terrible on the stomach. Mel felt almost ill. She was faint, and the room was spinning. Did love at first sight really exist?

"So it's settled then! Miss O'Toole will meet us in Toronto in 2 weeks. My assistant will e-mail your assistant all the details. And don't worry Miss O'Toole, I will hire you a personal assistant when your on the road. That way you are covered both here and while traveling."

Traveling? What the hell did she miss? Melissa finally snapped out of her daze and stood at the head of the table. The one thing that Melissa could do well was bullshit. Sure she didn't hear a freaking word he said. She didn't need to.

"Vince, I am grateful for the chance to work with you. My team and I will make sure you are 100 satisfied with our work. We will not let you down!" That sounded convincing, didn't it?

"All right then. Let's celebrate over dinner. Melissa, you're boss tells me you are quite a gourmet. What restaurant do you recommend?"

That was the one thing which perked Melissa up. "Jaxon. Jaxon would be perfect!"

"Ok Mel, what the hell was that about?" Sue was pissed. Really pissed. She was pacing back in forth in Melissa's office like a rabid dog. She looked like she wanted to jump over the desk and attack her #1 financial advisor.

"I cannot believe you said yes to him! How am I supposed to run this office if you're out galavanting around the country 3 days a week! Jesus Mel, what's your damage?"

Rule #1, do not yell at Melissa O'Toole. Never, ever, EVER!! Melissa sat their and gave her boss a cold stare. "Sue, let's get this straight. I do two things for you. I make you a ton of money, and I make you look good. My decision has done both. If you have a problem with me being out of the office a few days a week, then you can do two things. You can either deal with it and shut the hell up, OR you can find yourself 10 people to replace one me. Now please go to lunch or whatever, I need to think!"

Sue stared at Melissa in complete disbelief. With no words spoken, Sue turned on her heel and clicked right out of Mel's office. Melissa leaned back in her chair and gave out a long sigh. "Bethany, please come into my office." Mel chirped on the intercom.

"Right away Mel!" Miss Sunshine practically ran into her boss' office with a cup of Starbucks in one hand, and a donut in the other.

Melissa took the coffee and held it like it was her baby. Bethany is so good to me, she thought to herself. I should get her something. Sipping the coffee in silence, she tried to make sense of what just happened. She remembered hearing Vince and Sue discuss traveling, doing portfolios while on the road, insurance, ledgers, and other crap. She thought she put two and two together, but she just wanted to make sure…

"Bethany, what the hell happened in their? What did I get myself into?" Melissa was tired, her head was spinning, and she felt like she just got he ass kicked. She also felt happy. Somewhere through all the craziness, she felt a sense of happiness and being content. Weird!

"Well Mel, you agreed to be the personal financial advisor for the WWE. Since they have such crazy schedules, you're going on the road 3 days a week to interview each traveling employee. You'll be on the road, while we set up packages for the employees here at the office. Oh, and you fell head over heels for a certain underwear wearing wrestler." Bethany was teasing of course, yet she seemed to be telling the truth. For some reason, Melissa was very interested in Randy. He was definently not her type. He was cocky, arrogant, and downright rude. Melissa dated wall street brokers and lawyers, not athletes! Especially professional wrestlers. God, what would her friends say?

As Melissa thought back to the meeting, she wondered what attracted her to Randy besides his good looks. He looked bored at the meeting, and he looked as though he was forced to come.

Flashback to the meeting...

"I wanted to bring one of my superstars with me to give you an idea of what you'll be dealing with." Vince said. "Randy was the youngest WWE Champion in our companies history!" Vince boasted. "A millionaire by the age of 23, I don't want him to wind up in the dog house".

Vince had a point their. Most young people with money declare bankrupcy at some point. Vince didn't want that to happen.

"Don't worry Vince, I'll take good care of your boys." Melissa told him with a confident smile. For some reason, Melissa just couldn't get Randy out of her head. She wondered if he felt the same way…

Randy Orton sat in his hotel room mindlessly flipping through the channels, bored out of his mind. That seemed to be the norm for Randy. Always bored, always looking for something to do. Today started out like any other day. He kicked another ring rat out of his room, worked out in the gym, showered, breakfast, and TV. Boring! Different city, same boring ass routine in the hotels. Though Randy was bored, he wasn't complaining. Actually he was grateful. Grateful to be clean and sober, grateful that he had a job that he loved. Grateful that Vince came him another chance to shine.

"Randy, come with me to New York." Vince said in his booming voice. Vince explained that he was looking to hire some accounting chick to help the boys manage their money. Wrestling had become very lucrative over the past ten years. That, and seeing his older wrestlers piss their money away, gave Vince the motivation to hire a financial consulting team. "I want to show Miss O'Toole the new face of the WWE." Who could say no to Vince? Randy was on the next plane to NY.

And now here he was, waiting for Vince so they can attend their meeting.

Randy was halfway through the local news when Vince knocked on his door. They took a limo to the office where they sat and waited for this "chick" to show. She was running late. How dare she keep Vince waiting?

Then he saw her. She was so different than the other girls. Her reddish brown hair and brown eyes. She wasn't skinny, she was curvy. She was wearing a suit and glasses. She looked almost like a school teacher. He found her incredibly hot. He also found her intimidating. She knew how to talk to Vince. She kept her cool, she was a total professional. She had this confidence about her that Randy could see right away. Her tits weren't popping out of her blouse, she wasn't popping gum in her mouth, and she looked as though she was smart. "The girls I date are lucky if they finished high school." Randy thought to himself. I don't stand a chance with this one…

Then he saw something which took him by surprise. She was looking at him. She was really checking him out. Randy suddenly lost his cocky grin and actually blushed. He hoped she didn't notice. He did notice her though, and thought that she was way out of his leauge. A girl like that probably dates Wall Street guys and lawyers. If he only knew!

"It doesn't matter anyways, it's not like I'll ever see this chick again." He thought. Then Vince dropped the bombshell. She's traveling with us and we're going out to dinner with her tonight. Shit, I better find something to wear!