Two weeks after her phone call from her mother Ramira found herself outside of WWE headquarters once again.

But this time she had a scheduled appointment with Vince. This time around, however, she was not as sure as she had been in previous meeting.

As a jobber she did a good job. She kept the fans interested during the house shows; she was friendly and courteous to the ring crew whom she helped every time Raw or Smackdown would air. But in reality Ramira knew that being a WWE superstar was a one in a million shot. Most likely Vince had called her in to give her a pink slip or ask her to move down to OVW. Either way Ramira was not looking forward to the meeting.

Walking into the lobby she noticed the same secretary as months before. Smiling she went over and leaned up against the desk. "Hey ya chickie! What's up," she asked snapping her gum rather loudly

"What! Oh it's you again," the secretary sneered. Her hand quickly moved to the phone.

"Hey don't go and call security now, I actually have a scheduled appointment with Vinny Mac this time," Ramira rushed.

"You do," the secretary asked incredulously.

"Yes, try looking under Ramira Kitsuma you might actually find something."

The secretary dropped her head and looked at Vince's schedule for the day. There it was clear as day, Ramira Kitsuma at four o'clock.

"You're early," the secretary said.

"Yeah well always got to make a good impression," Ramira laughed.

Glaring at her the secretary snapped, "Eighth floor, suite nine. Don't get lost," and went back to doing whatever secretaries did.

What a friendly person Ramira thought.

Taking the elevator ride up to the suite Ramira presented herself to another secretary. This one looked more motherly and quite a bit older as well.

"Oh you must be Vince's four o'clock."

"Yeah," Ramira said

"Oh well you can sit right over there while I inform Mr. McMahon that you're here."

Settling down into the leather sofa Ramira noted that the foyer was sparsely decorated.

That's Vince for you always looking to cut back on something or someone she groaned inwardly.

"Ms. Kitsuma, Mr. McMahon will see you now," the elderly woman chirped from behind the desk.

Opening up the door Ramira stepped inside to the office and was greeted by a smiling Vince. "Ramira! It is so nice to see you again."

"You too Vince."

"You don't sound to happy Ramira," he stated.

"Well I've been injured for almost six months so I wouldn't think that I should be so happy," she articulated madly.

"Yes, I heard about that most unfortunate incident with Jackyln I don't think she meant it purposely she's been with us for a long time."

"I know Mac. Well let's just cut the shit and talk about what we are really here for Vince I am tired and I am behind schedule to take my medication," Ramira snapped suddenly.

Slightly taken aback Vince's smile dropped, but in an instant it was back. "I just wanted to personally give you this and wish you well." And with that he handed her a manila envelope.

Oh shit here it is a pink slip Ramira thought. Opening it up, quickly Ramira noted that it was a plane ticket. A ticket to New Orleans!

"Good luck on Smackdown Ramira I think the market's good enough for you right now."

"Are you serious Mr. McMahon," she shouted. However, she received nothing but a smile. Leaping over the desk she hugged him.

"Somehow I knew you were going to do that Ramira," he laughed.