Hello Hello everyone!

Just a small announcement before continuing.

My other OC Tamari's name has been changed to Tiphany; it's somewhat pronounced the same way as Tiffany. And also Arissa aka Rizzie isn't a simple Mary-Sue push over, mostly that will be explained in this chapter. Thank you for your patience, now here's the continuation of "Hiding In Plain Sight". Enjoy & Review :)

Oh! And the song for this chapter would be "Waves" by Mr. Probz.

*In The Gym*

"Girl, it's something if he came all the way across the parking lot just to give you your tablet back" my friend Naomi said, taking a sip of her water.

"I don't think so I mean…he probably just didn't want me to bother him in the morning." I said checking my time on the treadmill.

"Well what about him complimenting your painting on your tablet?" My other friend, Tiphany asked, turning to me from her own treadmill.

Naomi turned smirking, "Exactly girl! He had to be curious about you to look. Beside why he did look in the first place? Only to snoop through your pictures and get a peek at that freak under that long skirt." She laughed as she increased her pace. Tiphany laughing along with her,

"Ok, y'all are thinking too much on this. He's my boss and I know he's not interested in me, hell he probably didn't know I existed until today." I sighed, looking down at my moving feet.

"Well, I don't know who would notice you when you've been wearing grandma clothes to work." Tiphany scoffed,

"Tip's right," Naomi agreed, "You need to show off them curves girl, you know you could trap that man if you wore the right clothes that showed off your 'assets'" she said air quoting the word assets.

"I'd rather not show off my assets like certain silicone tramps in the office." I sneered, thinking about earlier that day.

"Speaking of that nasty bitch" Tiphany asked, turning off her machine. "When you gonna take that tramp to the trash? She's been messing with you for a while and I remember a long time ago you would've slapped the taste outta somebody's mouth just for approaching you wrong."

I turned off mine as well, before grabbing my towel. "That was a long time ago and I don't have time for her and her whoring ways." I said remembering to be the bigger person as I dabbed my face and neck with my towel.

"Girl, just stomp ya foot in her ass. She thinks you're just a rug she can step on, just slap that trick!" Naomi said turning off her treadmill, grabbing her water again.

"Guys, like I said I don't have time for her and I'd rather not lose my job over some petty shit like the office eye candy." 'No matter how sexy he is' I thought, moving from the treadmill to the weights with Naomi and Tiphany following me.

"Look Rizzie, we're just looking out for you." Tiphany said holding my shoulder firmly, stopping me from making another step. "We know with this move you wanna grow up and be the bigger person and such but there is a thin line between being messy and being low down trifling. And from what you told us, she's crossed that line already." She said looking at me seriously.

I looked at Tiphany then Naomi then finally to the ground as I realized the truth my friends were trying to explain to me, "I know, but you guys know I don't do drama anymore. So can we please stop with me and my problems and get back to working out?" I said turning the mood around, looping my arms with theirs.

"Alright, just don't have me coming up there and handling that trick for ya" Naomi smiled, making me giggle when Tip agreed.

The next morning was anything but easy and pleasant. As soon as I walked through the door, Mr. Ambrose called me into Mr. Reign's office again. After receiving a glare from nearly every woman in the office, I sat down my things and went into the office.

The meeting was short but informing, the catering service was notified about the extra food and the entertainment was already picked all that needed to be done was someone to make sure everything was organized and stayed on track. That's where I came in, Mr. Ambrose nominated that I would be in charge of speaking with the sponsors of the shelters to see about closing a deal with them as well as getting Bryan to come. After coming back from the gym, I did send him an email telling him about the picnic and that I would like it if he came with me and, surprisingly my friends. When I told Mr. Reigns and Mr. Ambrose that he hasn't replied yet, excluding my gym trip from the story, they both agreed that since it was so late they would give it time before he replied.

I couldn't agree more, Daniel wasn't always around his laptop or even technology. He was more of a naturist, but he would reply; he's never left me hanging.

After the meeting, I went back to my usual work; praying the day would run by faster. Lightly rubbing my eyes, I noticed that it was close to one o'clock and Mr. Ambrose hasn't left his office since this morning.

'I hope he's alright?' I thought grabbing my lunch and purse, standing up.

With a sigh I turned to his door and lightly knocked.

"Come in"

Opening the door slightly, showing it was only me. "Mr. Ambrose, is everything alright?" I asked entering the room,

Looking up at me, he sighed placing his head back in his hands. "Not really Arissa."

Closing the door behind me before taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk; I became concerned for my supervisor. He's always had a grin or a full smile on his face, never this grimace unless it was something personal or he ran out of his favorite red bull.

"What's wrong Mr. Ambrose?" I hesitantly asked, leaning in.

After taking a deep breath he sat up, resting his chin on his knuckles as Mr. Reigns did the other day; staring at me with those blue eyes.

"Dean" he mumbled,

"Sir?" I asked, hoping I didn't hear him correctly.

He chuckled, "Call me Dean, whenever we're not on the floor you don't have to be so formal with me Arissa. You've been working for me for a while, I'm pretty sure we're passed the 'Sir' and 'Mr. Ambrose' bull" he mumbled, still chuckling.

I giggled as I licked my lips, finding my voice. "Well Dean, what's wrong? You missed your usual lunch break an hour ago."

"Things have been different without Rollins, and me and Roman are trying to do the best we damn well can without his backstabbing ass." he sighed before finishing, "I guess I'm just worried and stressed about this deal." He confessed looking down, then back at me. "I've been so busy thinking about it, I guess I didn't think about eating." He chuckled hearing his stomach growl.

Glancing down at my homemade jambalaya, I placed it on his desk then slid it to him with a smirk. "Here, it just needs a little warming up." I said still smirking,

"Arissa, I can't take your lunch" he said sliding it back to me. "You need to eat, from the looks of it…or not. Hell I can't tell with those big clothes." He said looking at my attire. "Why the hell do you wear clothes like that anyway?" he chuckled,

I thought I looked decent in my black button down and my khaki pants, even though they were on the wide side and the shirt looked like it could be a size too big; most of my clothes were.

"I think I look pretty good" I chuckled, "This is a place of business, not a club. I'd rather be looked at for my mind and not my body."

He raised both eyebrows as he shrugged, "To each their own, but I'm still not taking your food. I'll be fine"

"Its fine, I've got a quick meal in my desk for rainy day situations. And I think this is considered a rainy day," I said smirking, sliding the container back to my supervisor. "Enjoy Mr. Ambrose" I said making my way to the door.

"What is it anyway?" he asked, stopping me.

"It's my homemade jambalaya with shrimp, chicken and sausage." I replied as he eyed the container, shrugging. "It's perfectly fine, as long as you're not allergic to pork, poultry, seafood or rice" I giggled.

"Nah, not allergic to any of that." He said smirking, "Thanks brown sugar."

"No problem Dean, now please stop worrying. Everything will be fine," I said before leaving my supervisor's office for my break.