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(Chapter 3)
It was two days before Melody saw Mark or any of the superstars again. Smackdown was in Boston. As Melody entered the arena she wondered what people would say. She'd decided to take John advice, to dress comfortably. She quickly made her way to her make-shift office for the night and placed her laptop on the desk they provided. She removed her jacket and put her hair up in a bun, a pencil sticking out both sides. It was an hour before anyone knocked on her door.
"Come in." She yelled as she went through the next ideas for storylines.
She looked up and saw Orlando Jordan standing in the doorway.
"Do I have the right office?" He asked, smiling.
"Shut up." She said. "What do you need Orlando?"
"What do YOU need?" He asked. "Who's the lucky guy?"
"This is what I wear outside of work, I just didn't have time to change after my flight." She said, semi-lying. This WAS what she usually wore BUT she had PLENTY of time to change.
Melody took care of all of Orlando's questions and concerns about the nights match and left. Fifteen minutes later she'd finished all of her work and critisizm of the storylines they had suggested. Mark and Torrie Wilson. Over her dead cold body.
Mark stood outside of the door that Orlando had said Melody's office was and knocked lightly on the door. He slowly opened the door and saw her sitting behind the desk, hair up on top of her head, a tight baby tee that said 'Get the F out' across it and undoubtedly a nice, tight pair of jeans. He cleared his throat to get the 'frog' out and stepped in, closing the door.
"What can I do for you?" She asked, smiling.
"I see you took my advice." He said, sitting on the edge of the desk.
"Yes." She said.
"May I be the first to tell you how HOT you look in street clothes?" He asked.
"No. Because Orlando already did." She said, laughing. "I'm trying to look normal."
"Don't usually LOOK normal?" He asked.
"No. My father hates the way I dress. And so does……so does John." She said, hating that she had to actually think of him while he was gone.
"Well it can't be that bad." Mark laughed.
"Sure. Until you see them." Melody laughed.
"Tell you what. I'm going to a club after work with some old friends. Why don't you come with me?" He asked. "I'll wear MY normal clothes, you wear your's."
"Well…….okay." She said.
"I'll meet you out front after the show and we can go change at the hotel before we go out to the club." Mark said, leaving her office.
She set back in her seat and thought of what he'd say to her when he saw what she normally wore. Maybe he'd finally see her as more than a child.