She wanted to make a good impression. She had spent the last of her very limited savings to buy a business suit. Sean had given her very little insight into his older brother. He just wished her good luck and sent her on her way. She was meeting him at his hotel. She walked into the building with as much confidence as she could muster. She walked with a purpose. She was going to charm the pants off of John Cena, for lack of a better term.

"Excuse me." She said politely to receptionist. The woman whom was about five foot in stature looked at Whitney with contempt.

"May I help you?" she asked like she had anything better in the world to do than talk to her.

"I'm supposed to be meeting Mr. John Cena." Whitney stated her purpose. She tried to keep her knees from buckling as she said his name.

"Mr. Cena left this note for you I guess." The woman practically whipped the piece of paper at her.

On the small piece of lined paper. There was scrawled writing saying meet me in the bar. She ventured over to the bar. It wasn't too hard to find. He was even easier to find seeing as he was the only person in the bar.

"Mr. Cena." She gently tapped his shoulder. He turned his head a little to look at her. He seemed to be appraising her. His look made her a little uncomfortable.

"Have a seat." His tone was a little rougher than either of them would have liked. She did what was asked of her. "Something to drink Ms.?" The bartender asked.

"Water please?"

"Don't drink?" he asked.

The truth was she was still on a lot of medication for her heart and she wasn't allowed to drink. She shrugged. "Not a big drinker." Half the truth worked too.

"Probably better that way." He seemed bored now. He took another sip of his beer.

"So what makes you think you can be my personal assistant … blah blah blah … all that shit that I am supposed to ask." He wouldn't even look at her to answer.

"I'm very organized. I work well under pressure." She stopped explaining. She took a deep breathe. "And I could really use this job." He looked at her then.

Finally a little bit of honesty. He could respect that. He himself had once been in need of financial support. He thought to himself as he took another sip of his beer. He was looking straight ahead but he couldn't really see anything. His mind wasn't in that bar with him. His mind wasn't ever with him anymore. Every time he closed his eyes he saw nothing but darkness and then a sudden boom with shake his entire being. Then the next thing he knew he was standing in an emergency room with blood all over his shirt. Blood that wasn't his.

"You're hired." He abruptly said. "Don't screw things up." He stood and threw some money on the bar. Leaving her alone and completely confused at what had just happened.

A/N: It wasn't as long as I hoped it would be but I think it gives good insight on John's frame of mind and his emotional turmoil.