Chapter 2

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I watched as he came to stand in the center of the room. Wearing what I'm sure the world over had come to think of as the John Cena uniform of blue jean shorts, a yellow 'Never Give Up' t-shirt, and dark sneakers. Physically he was what I had expected from television; beyond that there was a – a certain – unnamable quality something I couldn't quite put my finger on that I doubted the camera would ever do justice.

The smile painted across his face put me in mind of the Cheshire cat; I could only wonder at the mysteries such a smile held. "I am and you are?" he questioned with a satisfied confident smile. A confidence that was evident – born from more than just being the WWE Superstar. No the confidence shining in his eyes was more than television or money could ever provide a man.

Moving from behind the desk, I smiled "I'm Mercedes…I'm Paul's…" Before I could finish my thought the office door opened once more followed by Uncle's booming voice; "Mercedes, did Catherine send you those additional pages for signature? Oh hey John – I'm glad you stopped by. I got something that I've been meaning to discuss with you."

Scooping the pages up from the desk top, "There right here – came in about five minutes ago – all they need is yours and Stephanie's signature."

Taking the pages without question, he perused them quickly and efficiently. Without as much as an upward glance he spoke "John I see that you've met Mercedes my ni…."

Nearly certain that he was going to say "Mercedes my niece," I quickly finished his thought for him. Facing both men "your new admin…" I prayed that my uncle understood my reasons. I wanted the roster to know me for me….not the screwed up scarred for life niece of 'the game'. Looking up from his work, he smiled brief, tight, understanding and a touch sad. While a large part of me appreciated his obvious understanding of my wishes; I longed for the day when my family would no longer look at me with such sadness in their eyes.

The moment passed without word, Paul laughed, looking around the small make shift space Paul laughed "First official night on the job and from the looks of this place I would say she is going to fit in just fine wouldn't you John?"

"If you're satisfied with the new information Catherine provided – I can get Stephanie's signature and have them back to Catherine with the half hour."

"That would be great" he assured me as he quickly signed all of the appropriate pages "I think Steph said something about heading to the women's locker room; you might want to start there."

Accepting the signed material I made my way to the door. Reaching for the door knob I turned, "It was nice meeting you John, I'm sure that I will see you around!"

Once more I was caught off guard by the graceful mystery that filled his smile. How could the camera miss something that was so obvious I wondered aimlessly? "You too," John agreed pleasantly "I'm always around."

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(John's P.O.V.)

"So what's up H – sounded kind of important over the phone?" I questioned very curiously.

Taking off his suit coat – tossing it into the over-sized desk chair; he loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves - instantly going from "The Game," my boss to Paul my friend in two point two seconds flat. Sitting on the corner edge of the desk he grimaced. Scrubbing his large hands across his face he sighed. "I need a favor John – a personal one."

Something in his eyes gave me a moment's pause, but this was H what harm could there be in hearing him out. "What's going on H – what do you need?"

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(Mercedes P.O.V.)

Nearly ten minutes later I had Stephanie's signature and was headed back to the office. Just outside the door I heard raised voices – not screaming anger or anything but definitely healthy debate. "H are you sure this is a good idea? What about Orton, Rhodes, or even Dibiase either one of them would be a great choice. Ask one of them!"

"Are you kidding John…be serious would you. Orton is an over grown frat boy going through his own shit right now. Rhodes and Dibiase are both nice guys – who I know would do this for me in a heart-beat – just like I know she would run right over them."

"Paul…" John tried once more only to be cut off before his thought could reach fruition. "I've given this a lot of thought John you're the only one I can ask to do this."

Slowly – quietly moving away from the closed office door; I silently cursed myself. Here I was my first official night on the job and I'm eavesdropping on my Uncle – my boss' private conversation. He could be asking John for anything. For me to automatically assume they were talking about me was just paranoid. I'm sure if it concerned me or my job Uncle Paul would be the first to tell me. I needed to stop lurking in the hallway like some scared school girl. 'Just march right in….' I mumbled to myself my self-imposed pep talk cut short as I felt a pair of strong tanned arms wrap securely around my waist. A deep warm familiar voice whispering in my right ear startled me some. "Long time no see Mercedes. Careful now little lady; some say that talking to yourself is the first sign of more serious mental health conditions."

'Randy Orton' my mind all but screamed. Taking my hand he led me a short distance from the door. My mind raced to remember the last time we had seen each other. Choosing his spot carefully, he turned facing me "So kid – how longs it been?"

Forgetting myself, my past, and my present I all but threw myself into his arms. "Randy!" I struggled not to shriek – at least not to loud. "Oh My God! How long has it been?" I questioned as I wrapped myself around him tight. With his trademark grin he wrapped his arms around me holding me tight. "Good to see you too kid…"he whispered. Thinking back I realized I hadn't seen Randy since his Legacy days with my uncle. "Been to long…" I whispered as I pulled back from the hug.

"Too damned long" Randy agreed. Lowering his voice, as not to be overheard, he smiled "so kid…" he began with easy confidence and mild curiosity "you wanna tell me why you were lurking outside your uncle's office?"

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(John's P.O.V.)

H and I finally reached an understanding of sorts. Our conversation complete we both made for the door; him to go search for his wife – me to prepare for the upcoming RAW. As I stood just outside the office door, I noticed H's pretty young assistant standing across the way locked in a very cozy embrace with WWE's resident Viper. 'Well isn't that sweet?' I wondered sarcastically to myself. 'The new girl is already making friends' my thoughts continuing down an ugly sarcastic road.

Stepping out of the office, Paul came to an abrupt halt just behind me to my left. Paul kept his silence for a long moment and then two. I didn't have to look at him to know that his eyes saw everything. Paul wasn't 'the Game' for nothing – he never missed a beat. My eyes narrowed, as my thoughts wandered. My conversation with H with be damned; I wasn't worried about what Orton thought he was doing with Mercedes. Curiously I wondered if any woman (practically this woman) would freely and openly embrace me that tight. "Calm down killer…they've known each other since our Legacy days."

Turning I glared at H, 'fuck-you' clearly painted across my face I was certain. If this is what I was in store for…my foreseeable future good and truly fucked.

A/N: Thank you once again to everyone who is reading and supporting this little of fluffy fiction. I'm not sure that if this chapter turned out the way I wanted….but please please please leave your thoughts and opinions good bad or indifferent in the box below