A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews I've gotten so far. Please keep reading and reviewing. Doing this on my own is a whole other ballgame than just writing with Tabitha, so please be kind! Haha! Remember I own nothing except Mollie.

Mollie had been at her job with the WWE for a few days and loved every second of it. Even though it was just a receptionist/secretary job, she hoped that maybe it was a place where she could move up.

She was also fortunate enough to find a furnished apartment very close to the WWE headquarters. Work was definitely a distraction from the massive chaos that was going on in her life. She had befriended several of the WWE employees including a girl named Angela, who was a runner for the creative team. She, like Mollie, was starting out at an entry-level job and hoped to move up into the company and possibly score a spot on the creative team herself one day.

She had also had the brief chance to meet with Stephanie McMahon-Levesque and the man himself, Mr. Vince McMahon. Mollie was so nervous, but she felt so at east around them. Even though Stephanie was a shrewd business woman that ruled with an iron fist, she had a "big sister" feel to her. Vince also was much more down to earth than he ever appeared on camera. She hoped that she'd get to see more of the both of them during her time there.

She also finally broke down and talked to Ben since she left. That conversation did not turn out well at all.

Flashback

Mollie arrived back at her motel room and secured the door. She didn't plan on eating out tonight since she had put some sandwich meat into the room's small refrigerator. But, she did want to take a hot bath and relax for the rest of the evening.

Her phone rang just as she started to undress for the bath. It was Ben.

She thought, I better get this over with. She answered, "Hello?"

"MOLLIE!" he yelled. "Where the hell are you?"

"Ben, did you receive the papers?" she asked calmly.

"I'm not signing them," he replied.

"Ben, be rational about this…" she started to say.

"Rational? Me? You're the one that ran off!" he yelled.

"You gave me no choice. I will not be abused."

Then Ben decided to turn on the water works. "Mollie baby…I love you. Please come home so we can talk about this. We'll do whatever you want. We'll go to counseling. It doesn't matter. Just please come home."

"You're not going to manipulate me again Benjamin," she boldly declared. "If you won't sign them I'll press through with the divorce without you."

"You can't do that!"

"Watch me…"

"Alright…if you want to be a bitch about it…fine. But you better hope and pray to God I never find you," he warned and hung up the phone.

Ben's threat still rang in Mollie's ears. She thought about calling the police and reporting it but she thought it might be better not to stir the pot anymore than it was. She also didn't want to tell her parents about it because they were worried enough about her as it was. She did, however, try to stay in constant contact with them. She did plan to change her cell number and carrier within the next few days so Ben would stop calling her.

She arrived at WWE Headquarters fifteen minutes early for work. She got clocked in and got right to work. She looked over the schedule for the day and saw that John Cena would be coming in at 9 am to meet with Mr. McMahon.

The John Cena. Mollie had been a wrestling fan all of her life, but she hadn't had the opportunity to watch it much in the past few years. She had heard the name and knew that he was pretty much the biggest star in the company at the moment. She knew she'd now have time to actually watch Monday Night Raw and see him in action.

As Mollie began filing and working on her daily itinerary, the small diamond ring she still wore on her left hand caught the light and shimmered. She debated on taking it to a pawn shop and selling it but she just hadn't found the time. She'd keep it a little while longer and sell it when she ran low of money. Her mind drifted back to when Ben gave her the ring. They were so happy…so in love. Where did everything go wrong?

The ringing of her desk phone snapped her back into reality. About an hour later, she noticed a rather large gentleman come in the front door. He wore jeans, tennis shoes, a t-shirt, and a baseball cap pulled down low. He walked up to the front desk to sign in. He noticed a new face at the front desk. The redhead met him with a warm smile.

"Hi Mr. Cena," the redhead greeted him. The name plate at her desk read "Mollie Garrison."

"Hi," he replied. That was about all he could muster. He flew in on the first flight from Boston. He had been staying with his dad and stepmother since his entire world came crashing down. While he had always had his doubts about Liz, John Sr. – or Fabo as he was called – didn't have a lot to say. He was just grateful John had listened to his advice before they married and got Liz to sign a prenup. He just tried to keep John's mind off of his troubles.

In the few days he had been gone, John also got his divorce proceedings started. He had friends go by the house to see if Liz was leaving, and thankfully she had heeded his warning. She was moving her stuff out of the home. She was still calling him constantly, all hours of the night. But John decided to let his legal representation do all of the talking for him.

Mollie noticed John looked like he hadn't slept much at all. But, she just contributed it to WWE's extreme work schedule as well as the countless other things Vince had him doing.

She smiled again, "Mr. McMahon should be ready for you this morning. Just go right on up."

He managed a smile and replied, "Thank you." It was nice to see a friendly face outside of family.

John headed upstairs to Vince's office where he was waiting on him. Even though Vince was the boss, he and John also shared a friendship and even he could see that something wasn't quite right with his biggest Superstar.

"Come in John," Vince greeted him with a pat on the back.

"Good morning Vince," John said, putting up a brave front. He knew that he needed Vince to know about what was going on – in case anything leaked to the media or if he needed time away to deal with the situation.

"Ok, start talking…" Vince said. "Something is wrong and you're not 100% here with me right now. So…start talking."

"Liz and I are getting a divorce," John blurted out.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Vince replied.

"I won't go into details or anything, but I know that you needed to know in case anything gets out in the media. She's been cheating on me."

Vince didn't want to get involved with the personal problems of any of his Superstars, but he agreed with John. He didn't want the name of WWE dragged into any messy proceedings that might occur.

"Do you need any time away?" Vince asked, his mind scrambling as to how he could make this happen.

"No…" John replied. "Everything's being taken care of."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes sir," John replied. "I need to keep busy and keep my mind off of this."

"That I can do," Vince answered with a wicked grin.

Their meeting lasted another 2 hours. John was booked to be on the next plane back to Tampa. He had to make sure that his soon-to-be ex-wife hadn't trashed or even set a match to his house. He left and headed toward the parking garage where he had left his rental. He took a look back at the front desk and noticed the nice redhead wasn't at her desk. He thought she might be gone to lunch.

He made it to the parking garage and unlocked his rental. He almost got in the car to leave when he heard a very frustrated groan coming from a few spots down.

"Son of a…" the voice yelled. It was a woman who got out of the car and raised the hood. John had a few moments to spare, so he thought he'd do something nice and help her out. Much to his surprise, it was the nice redhead from the front desk.

"What's it doing?" John asked her with a smile. The girl, startled, turned around and was immediately embarrassed.

"It won't start, and I don't know the first thing about cars," Mollie laughed.

"Hop in it," John told her. "Try to crank it."

Mollie did as told and got in the car. When she tried to start it, John could tell right away that it was either the starter or the alternator.

"I think I know what the problem is," John smiled. "I'd stay here and fix it for you but I've got a plane to catch."

"Oh no…I appreciate that. I'll just call a mechanic," Mollie replied.

"I'm guessing your husband isn't exactly Mr. Fix-It?" John asked, noticing her wedding and engagement ring.

"Not hardly," Mollie laughed. John noticed that she had a great smile and infectious laugh, even when being thrown into a stressful situation.

"I know a guy," John told her. "Let me give him a call."

"Oh no…I'll take care of it."

"I insist," John said. "You're the first friendly face I've seen in a few days, so it's the least I could do."

"Well thank you," Mollie finally relented.

John pulled out his cell phone and made a call for Mollie. He hung up the phone and turned to her. "It's all set. I've got someone who owes me a favor anyway. He's going to tow your car to his shop and get you fixed up."

Mollie was overwhelmed at his generosity. "Thank you so much Mr. Cena."

"Call me John," he told her. "Let me know if my guy doesn't do you right." Then he looked at his watch. "I've gotta run."

"Thank you again," Mollie smiled.

John gave her a dimpled smile and nod, got in his rental, and left. Mollie was so thankful for his kindness. He's a well-known celebrity. He didn't have to do something like that for the front desk girl at WWE. But, she was very grateful that he did.