Shane gathered all his coworkers, wrestlers, writers, marketing people and agents into the boardroom. It was a rather large room, with one long mahogany table, with extra chairs around the room to accommodate everyone. Lita and the Boyz were rough housing, Undertaker was sitting with Kane, Heavynne and Calliope, Austin had his arm around Callia, Jericho was sitting in the back corner of the room by himself. Shaelin sat on the other side of the room alone, as well. Shane smiled, he missed these meetings. Then he whistled for everyone's attention.

"Okay everyone. Today we will meet our new writer and my exec assistant," He told them all. "She's beyond qualified, willing to work, and very professional."

"So you've met her?" Jericho asked from the back.

"Not exactly," Shane began.

"So how do you know all this?" Jericho asked, a little suspiciously. He was always looking out for Shane's best interest, and knew that Boy Wonder often let his little head do the thinking.

"She applied for the job via the on-line form our web designer created," he nodded in acknowledgement to Ryan. "Then I e-mailed her personally, and we spoke via web-conferencing and instant messaging."

"So you've seen her?" Jeff asked eagerly. "Is she hot?"

Shane shook his head, trying to feign disgust. Secretly, he knew she was, but he wasn't about to say that about his new head writer and exec assistant. "She's not ugly," he said tentatively. A knock sounded on the door. "And she's here."

Jeff jumped up and opened the door, his dropping.

She walked in. Even more gorgeous in person, Shane thought. Raven hair to her shoulder blades, stick straight and glossy. Sparkling dark blue eyes, like two sapphires. Pale skin, rosy cheeks, rosy lips. And her outfit- Shane wanted to grab her and take her to his office, she looked so sexy. Short black skirt, blue scoop necked shirt and a black fitted suit jacket. Brown glasses, almost a cat's eye shape, accentuated instead of minimized her beauty. But it was her boots that threw him off guard. Heavy soled "bitch boots" as Jeff called them. Like Shaelin's signature boots, only up to her knees. And a tiny silver hoop pierced the cartilage of her left ear, with a small blue bead on it.

She looked at Shane, instantly recognizing him from television and from their chats via web conferencing. Walking over, she extended her hand. "Hello Shane," she said, her voice like nothing he'd heard before. Beautiful, musical, business like and tough all at once.

"Good to see you in person, Ravon," he told her.

"I'll bet," Jericho muttered, and Shaelin couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you have a problem, Chris?" Shane asked.

"Of course not, Boy Wonder," he replied smoothly. "I was just commenting on how-professional-Ms. Ravon looked today."

Ravon looked at him, a cold smile on her face. Sapphires turned to ice. "Mr. Jericho-is there something you'd like to say to me?" she asked, her voice as cold as her eyes.

"No, ma'am," he replied, chilled by her look.

"Walls," Heavynne muttered a little too loudly.

"Excuse me?" Ravon turned on the blonde girl.

"I said," Heavynne replied louder. "Walls. You have walls up. In your mind."

The raven haired woman looked at her like she had two heads.

"Excuse her," Shane told her. "She's a witch."

"A what?!"

Mark sighed. "Explain about these two-" he nodded to Heavynne and Calliope, "Later. Tell us more about what's happening with the WCW, and where she-" he nodded to Ravon, "Fits in."