"Marley?" Came Stephanie's frantic voice. "I need your help."

"What's wrong?" I felt my stomach drop as I sat up straighter in the backseat of the limo. It was Friday morning and I was making my way home. I hadn't really been excited at the thought of another flight in such a short space of time, and so I had gladly accepted Stephanie's offer to let the limo take me home. I had been relaxing with a glass of wine and a good movie when my cell phone had begun ringing. Hearing the panic in Stephanie's voice instantly made me worried. What had happened?

"It's the new share holders and advertising company." I briefly remembered her telling me about this super rich family who wanted to get a share in as well as advertise for the company. The family were one of the richest in the world, and this would be a big plus for WWE if they managed to snag a contract from them. "They want to get a meeting sorted to meet some people from the WWE this weekend. But I'm fully booked. Can you please call Shane and try and get him to go instead? Mom and Dad can't go and I can't send any talent because they don't have a clue how to work these meetings. I'm on the plane right now ready to fly out to Paul and I-"

"Stephanie calm down." I instructed. "I want you to e-mail me the details and the contracts so that I know what we're dealing with. I'll call Shane and let him know okay? Don't call me until your flight lands and just relax. Everything will be fine."

"Okay thank you." I heard her express a sigh of relief. "I really need to go but e-mail me with updates alright? I'm sending you the relevant information right now."

Instantly, my laptop lit up with a little e-mail bubble. I clicked on it and read through the documents as well as the contracts and e-mail Mr Wong had sent Stephanie. He requested a dinner meeting with Stephanie - or someone high up in the company at least - as well as a tour around WWE Offices and the RAW show. Basically he wanted Stephanie to spend the whole weekend with him and his family, no business dealings, no seeing her family, nothing. I felt a bit angry at that. She had two kids under the age of five... how in the hell could he expect her to just drop her life to entertain him for three days?

I quickly dialed Shane's number and after a few rings he picked up. "Shane McMahon here."

"Shane, it's Marley, Stephanie's assisstant." I quickly explained the situation to him and asked if there was any possible way he could come to Stamford to meet me.

"Oh God Marley I'm sorry, but I can't." He then went on to explain all the commitments he had that he just couldn't get out of.

"I'll call dad, try and get it moved-"

"No," The wheels in my brain were spinning, I knew what I had to do. "I'll take care of it. I'll phone Steph back and sort it out. Sorry to bother you Shane."

Without waiting for him to reply, I hung up and was thankful to see we were almost at my home. As I got out the limo, I asked the driver if he could wait just a little longer while I collected a few things and explained something had come up to my family. My mum and dad, at first were confused as to why I was doing what I had decided to do. But when they saw how rushed I was to gather a few dresses, some shoes and some money, they understood perfectly how important this was to Stephanie and the entire WWE.

"Here." My dad shoved a few hundred dollars in my hands. I rolled my eyes at the sheer extravagance of my father. "Have fun and let me know how you get on."

"Thanks." I kissed him on the cheek, ran up to the bathroom, changed into my black dress - and let me tell you how thankful I was that I had curled my hair properly that morning - retouched my make-up before hopping back into the limo and requesting the driver to take me back to Conneticuit, so that I could meet Mr Wong and his family and take them on a tour of Titan Towers. Pulling out my cell again, I quickly dialed the airline and requested a flight out to Tampa, Florida, which was were the PPV show would be. I managed to get four first class seats, before I e-mailed Wong's associates to let them know that, despite Stephanie not being able to attend and how regretful she was because of it, one of Stephanie's business associates would be happy to entertain him and his family for as long as they wished. I stopped for a moment to think about what I was doing. I was taking a hugely important matter into my own hands with no second thought at all. Somehow, doing this felt right. I knew this would help Stephanie a lot but I also knew that they might think Stephanie sending an inexperienced seventeen year-old out to do business matters was inappropriate.

As we drew up to Conneticuit airport, I checked my watch one last time. We had made it with just a few minutes to spare before the Wong's flew in on a private jet plane. I straightened my dress out, checked my hair and make-up one last time before I plastered a smile onto my face as the Korean billionaire made his way forward, followed by a friendly-looking woman who I assumed to be his wife, and a teenager who looked a little older than me, but by looking at him I could tell he was pretty shy.

"Mr Wong." I smiled and held out my hand. Looking surprised, he bent down and kissed it gently. "It's such a pleasure to meet you. I'm Marley, Stephanie's personal assisstant. She deeply regrets not being able to meet you here, but she will be there to see you on Sunday at the Pay Per View."

He smiled, I was glad to see he wasn't another of those snobby rich people. "My wife," He gestured behind me. "And my nephew Jacob."

I smiled and shook both their hands, before motioning to the limo. "After you."

Once we were all settled into the limo and their luggage had been loaded into the trunk, I turned to my new charges.

"I can only imagine how hard your flight must have been." I decided to drop the whole sucking ass thing and instead I reverted back to my usual, less polite accent. "If it's alright with you we can head back to the hotel, and have dinner there before calling it a night. Tomorrow I promise to take you on a full tour of Titan Towers and whichever extra curricular activities you have in mind before showing you around at the PayPerView on Sunday." There was a few moments of silence as they took all this in, before Mr Wong started chuckling.

"Did you rehearse this before we came Marley?" He grinned and patted me on the back. "That sounds wonderful. We have plenty of things to discuss... like how a girl as young as you could be so responsible with such a high-placed job."

By the time we got to the hotel, it was already six pm. Excusing myself, I ran to my room, jumped in a quick shower before changing my dress and straightening my hair. I sent Stephanie a text saying that everything was okay, not to worry and that I would see her on Sunday night at the PPV. I slipped my phone and my make-up into my purse before quickly going down to reception and booking a table for four. When the Wong's came down, I was already seated at our table poring over the menu. I motioned to the seat next to me, which Jacob gladly took. As Mr and Mrs Wong decided what they wanted to eat, I started up a conversation with Jacob.

"Where are you from?" He asked me, gazing at me through the side of his eyes as he pored over the menu.

"Glasgow, in Scotland." When he gazed at me in confusion, I elaborated. "It's in Great Britain."
"And how did you get over here?" He asked with a slight smile. I could see Mr and Mrs Wong were gazing at us intently.

I laughed. "My mum and dad decided to live in the US for a year. I've been here for six months, we go back home in April of next year."

"And how did you manage to end up in the WWE?" Mrs Wong asked curiously.

Smiling, I explained my story about meeting Peter, being offered an internship, although I of course left out the whole part of only being an employee for four days.
"So how old are you?" Jacob asked.

"Seventeen." I grinned at his crestfallen expression.

"There goes your chance boy." Mr Wong said with a cheerful grin. "She's much too young for you.. who would want a nineteen year-old if she looked like the wonderful Miss McCallan looked."

I blushed. This night wasn't turning out as bad as I thought it would. "Oh stop Mr Wong. Two years isn't bad at all." I turned to Jacob and patted his arm affectionately. "You would definitely be a catch Jacob."

He grinned happily. "Will you marry me then?"

I laughed and pretended to think it over for a moment as the waiter came and took my order. "If I wasn't going back to Scotland in six months I would have seriously considered it."

Dinner was a pretty casual affair. We mostly discussed the WWE, what about the company appealed to each of us and I also had to make a speech about why he should invest his money into the product.

"Basically, you have one main group who are against professional wrestling no matter what and that's the media." We were onto dessert and I was having a blast, I kept forgetting this was an important business dinner and that I should be trying hard to make a good impression. Instead I was just being myself and having fun, and I think they noticed that. "And let's be honest, the media always have negative things to say about everything. They bash rock stars for doing drugs and going wild. They bash actors for being paid too much and losing too much weight. They bash professional wrestling because of the whole steroid tag it just can't get away from. But if you think about it - you have twenty thousand people in an arena week after week for 52 weeks in a year. You have a million people buying the PPVs. You've got the movies, the action figures, the merchandise... it's a global market which is raking money in from all walks of life. There are clearly a larger number out there who are passionate about wrestling than who are against it."

"So say I was to endorse this company and become a share holder..." I could tell he was enjoying this business conversation just as much as I was.

"By endorsing the company, you would have your company advertised on television at least four times a week. You would recieve annual advertising bonuses for Pay Per Views and other special WWE events. As for the stock... WWE haven't had a bad economic year in well over a decade and the numbers just keep on rising. Those internet haters we talked about earlier? Well, even when, to quote the dirt sheets, "The writing sucks." WWE are still raking more money in than any other global product all over the world. And that's the key word - global. You're company would be advertised on television four times a week worldwide. From America to Korea to Japan to Australia to Scotland. You would recieve worldwide publicity as well as a hefty penny in your back pocket at the end of the day."

He observed me for a moment before he cracked up, banging his fist down on the table.

"I don't know where you got it from but you have some sales pitch girl." He laughed, wiping the tears from his eyes. "You've sold me. After hearing that, I think we can safely say I'll be endorsing the product and signing the contracts tomorrow morning."

I couldn't help but feel elated. "You won't regret it Mr Wong trust me."

He nodded at me and glanced at his watch. "I think my wife and I might head to the bar for some drinks before we turn in. About tomorrow, I don't think seeing TitanTowers is neccessary at this moment in time. I'll leave it till I meet Vince McMahon himself. I'd rather get the contracts out the way tomorrow and just relax before our flight to Florida."

I rose to my feet along with them. "That can be arranged sir. I'll see you both tomorrow."

He nodded and glanced towards his nephew. "You don't happen to know any good clubs anywhere do you Marley? Jacob hasn't had a taste of American nightlife yet and I think you seem like the type of girl who could show him a good time."

I couldn't help but grin at Jacob and wink. "Damn right."

"Excellent. Jacob, behave yourself boy." To me, he lowered his voice. "Thank you for bringing him out of his shell. He hasn't spoken a word since we landed here. I don't regret agreeing to this contract for a minute whenever I see his happy face."

I felt quite touched by this. "I'll make sure he enjoys himself tonight." I said with a smile.

Mr Wong winked at me. "Just not too much okay."

Glancing over at Jacob, who was looking at me slightly wistfully. I couldn't help but snort. "I can't promise anything Sir."

As we said goodbye to Mr and Mrs Wong, Jacob walked me to the front door as I pulled out my cell. I dialed quickly and waited for the person to answer. I had a friend I'd met at a wrestling show who stayed in Conneticuit and was a pretty hardcore partier... I knew if I wanted to show Jacob a good time, I had to call this person.

"Cameron? It's Mar.... I need you to help me get drunk."