Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE, that would be owned by their chairman. The WWE also owns any of the characters that they have made, I do not. I also do not own any of the people mentioned in this story, I certainly hope that they own themselves. I only can claim ownership of Maria Sanchez and any other characters that you do not recognize.
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In the office that she had been assigned to earlier that morning, Maria Sanchez placed a cardboard box on top of the oak desk with a huff. She didn't know what exactly had been thrown in there from her former office, but whatever it was, it sure weighed quite a bit. And Maria, who was not at all full of muscle like most of the people she'd be working around there, had quite the adventure trying to get that box from one point to the other.
"Well now that I have that squared away, time to unload," Maria said aloud, wiping her palms across her pants. She wasn't at all dressed up, because she had been given special permission the day before to wear casual clothes so she would be able to unpack everything into her office more easily. She'd decided on wearing a nice pair of pants and a button-down blouse, unlike other people she knew of that would've just thrown on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that hadn't been washed in a week. Maria never was one to take advantage of the special permission she was given.
Grabbing the item on the very top of the first pile in the large box, she pulled out a binder, which was filled with all of the articles Maria had written in her year and a half of working with the company. She smiled slightly as she placed the black binder in one of the larger drawers in the desk. Next, Maria took out two or three notebooks, filled from margin to margin with written notes she had taken. There wasn't a reason for her to keep the notes she had taken for her first or second article, but she seemed to be attached to them for some odd reason.
The third item she grabbed from the box was one of the few decorative items that would ever be placed anywhere in the office. It was a small, wool covered animal figurine. "Llama" Maria said, laughing quietly for a few moments as she placed the figurine of a small white llama on the top of the desk and went back to unpacking. Then, she pulled out a stapler, a picture frame, and a tape dispenser, which were all placed somewhere on the surface of the oak desk.
It took her a while, but Maria finally finished unpacking all of her belongings from inside the box. She put the box beside her desk, thinking it would be wise to keep it for a while just in case someone in one of the higher offices decided to switch her office once again. They seemed to like to move everyone around right when everyone was beginning to settle down from the last move they had had to make. They said that it was so that they could make sure everyone was on their toes, but no one ever seemed much like standing on their toes after a day of packing and unpacking.
Maria sat at the black chair positioned behind the desk. It was a very nice chair, black leather and it was a swivel chair as well. In all honesty, Maria never understood the whole concept of the reason to have a chair that could spin around until she had to use one herself. Then, she saw the true value of a chair quite like the one she was sitting in when one was stuck between a pile of paper work, a ringing phone, and an online conference about to launch in two minutes.
Within five seconds of her sitting down, the black phone on the desk began ringing. Maria reached her arm over nearly half of the desk, and grabbed the phone off the hook. Placing it against her ear, she spoke, "Maria Sanchez's office. May I help you?" Of course, no one in any of the offices spoke that formally on a normal day, because the people who normally called them only wanted to assign them a new article to write up to begin with.
"Maria, I need an article to fill the place of Ty's for the next issue" the voice on the other line spoke promptly and quickly. It was the voice of the head of nearly the entire building, Leslie McCartney. She was definitely one of the women in the building that everyone stayed clear of, especially around that specific time of the month that she had. Leslie was just someone who could bite your head off, and that was on a good day.
Rubbing the back of her neck with one hand, Maria replied, "Sure thing, Leslie. I'll have it on your desk come Monday." It was Wednesday already, which only gave her about five days to complete her newly received project. Maria would have to work overtime for a few days, even if she didn't get paid extra for it. "Whom should I write it on?"
Maria could tell that Leslie was already stressing over on the whole thing. She never was one that liked to give the newer workers big articles in the magazines. And Leslie seemed to have it out for Maria, which didn't help matters much. But, if she wanted to give Maria the chance, then she wouldn't be able to get it back.
After a short pause, Leslie answered, "One of the newer talents. We need to give the young man a slight push in the magazines as well as in the storylines." Well, that still didn't give Maria much information, so she had better continue after her dreaded silence.
"Leslie, that doesn't say much. I'll be needing a name" Maria replied, twirling a piece of her curly brown hair around her index finger. "Saying that the man's a new, young talent gives me many, many aspiring people to write about on this blank paper sitting in front of me."
She could tell that her boss was not at all pleased with her tone, but she was just stating a fact. No one could read the woman's mind, and Maria could think of at least ten different people she could have wanted the article written on. And, with her luck, she'd probably have to write about one of the few that didn't even deserve this push that Leslie had blabbered about just a minute before.
Leslie sighed, "Maria, I do not need your tone today young lady. You are not my teenage daughter and I would appreciate it if you would show some respect for both your elders and the person in charge of your paycheck" she replied. Knowing Leslie, she probably had a satisfied smirk spread across her face after whipping the much younger writer back into her rightful place.
Rolling her eyes, Maria tapped her fingers on the desk. "I'm sorry Leslie. But, would you please tell me who I have to write this up on so I can start writing?" she asked, purposely trying to sound very smug and rude as well as innocent at the same time.
"John Cena. Do have fun," Leslie said, probably allowing her smirk to grow slightly as she dropped the phone back onto the hook with a click. That left Maria to listen to the dial tone for a second or two as she tried to process the fact that her boss had just hung up on her without much of a warning.
Turning in her wonderful swivel chair, Maria pulled the keyboard of the computer, which was placed on another desk behind her, out. With incredible speed, she began to type. Leslie wanted an article on this John Cena character, did she? Well, Maria would certainly deliver.
