A/N: Ooooooooookay. So I've had a total of ONE review HERE and one emailed to me. Now the one here was nice, but the emailed one was NOT. So, I'd REALLY like ya'll's opinion on whether or not I should continue with this story. And again, THANKS for taking the time to read it!

Seven years later

"Molly, do you have time to look over these spread sheets?" I glanced up to see Stephanie standing in front of my desk. I'd made my way through college, earning my BS in business with a minor in Economics. I'd always been good with numbers and Stephanie knew that: that was why nine times out of ten I was the one stuck with doing the number crunching.

"Sure, Steph. Just lay them down right here," I cleared off a corner of my overflowing desk to make room for the spreadsheets. With her usual charm and grace, she plopped them down, not bothering to pick up the other papers she'd knocked off in the process. I'm telling you, if I didn't love that girl I would've kicked her ass a long time ago! She made her way over to stand in front of my large office window. After I graduated college, Mr. McMahon had offered me a job at Titan Towers. The starting salary was phenomenal, plus I got to work in a business I'd been around my entire life. How could I say "No" to that!

Stephanie picked up the sweater I'd discarded this morning after discovering that the night janitor had set the thermostat to just below "Hotter than Hell". "Since when do you wear sweaters?" she asked, arching her perfectly shaped eyebrow. I sighed and rose from my desk, walking over and snatching the black cardigan from her fingers. I reminded myself that this was only my fourth week on the job and that I had yet to actually 'work' with her.

"Since your dad hired me and I have to look 'professional' now." I said. She grinned.

"You know dad wouldn't mind you dressing comfortably casual, Molly." I rolled my eyes. Yeah, sure. 'Comfortably casual' to Vincent Kennedy McMahon was a new Armani suit with the top button of the shirt undone. I looked Stephanie up and down. She was wearing one of her 'Power' outfits that Chris seemed to like. Chris being her fiance, Chris Jericho. At first her father had been furious that she was dating a wrestler. But after he'd seen them together, he'd relented and allowed them to date. Last year at Christmas, Chris had popped the question. Steph naturally said 'yes', and the two of them had been inseparable ever since. Being the boss' daughter, she could get away with wearing whatever she wanted, but chose to dress conservatively. Of course, it wouldn't matter if she were wearing a burlap sack, she'd still be gorgeous. The bitch.

"Was that all you needed Steph? I've got quite a bit of work to finish up before I can leave this evening." I placed one hand on the small of her back, pressing her towards the door. I really and truly loved the woman like she was my own sister, but she could talk the hind leg off a mule when she set her mind to it.

"Actually, dad's hired on some new talent and he wants you to show him the ropes...you know, make sure he's comfortable." I groaned. Why does he always do this to me? Because I'm a nice person and can't say no to anyone, I answered myself. Just my luck this new "talent" he'd hired would turn out to either be some snot-nosed brat that thinks he knows everything already, or some steroid-freak like Steiner, who thought he could get away with groping me whenever and WHEREever he liked. I smiled as I thought back to that day. Steiner had wound up in the hospital for two weeks while they did a testical retrieval operation. Funny thing, but I never had a problem out of him after that.

Crossing my arms I looked at Steph. She sounded just a little too perky...something was up. "Okay, Steph. When is this new talent suppose to be here?" Generally they gave me two or three days notice so that I could prepare things in advance. The fact that it was STEPHANIE bringing the news,well...it didn't bode well. Steph took her lower lip between her teeth, and refused to meet my gaze.

"Um...he's downstairs right now." My jaw dropped. I couldn't help it! She'd always been a procrastinator but NEVER this bad! I was cussing a blue streak as I went straight for my desk drawer, pulling out my purse and along with it my cosmetic bag. I quickly powdered my nose and rolled on my favorite lip gloss. I re-tied my hair, pulling the thick brown curls up off of my neck, and smoothed down the front of my pink and black slip dress. Grabbing my I.D. as I walked passed her I shot back over my shoulder, "As soon as I'm done with this guy, Steph, you and I are going to have a SERIOUS talk about your people skills!"

I took an elevator down to the lobby and paused, looking around. The only people I saw were Valerie, the desk lady and Harry, the doorman. I walked over to Harry. "Hi Harry! Have you seen anyone wandering around here looking lost?" I explained to him my situation and he chuckled.

"Yes ma'am. He just went into the lounge over there." I thanked him and made my way over to the glass door. I opened it, seeing someone sitting with their back to me, oblivious to everything around him. I made my way confidently over to stand in front of him. His head was down and I could see that he was reading Robert Heinlein's "Stranger In A Strange Land". Holy shit, that meant that the new guy had to have a least HALF a brain, which pretty much amazed me. I cleared my throat to get his attention and to start my speil.

"Hi, I"m Molly and I---" The air abruptly left my lungs when the man looked up into my eyes and I saw, for the first time in five years, Randy Orton. The same cocky grin, was spread across a face that impossibly had grown even MORE handsome. He stood up and I damn near fell over. Apparently the kid had been doing some conditioning since I'd been gone. He had muscles in places I didn't know you COULD have muscles! But those eyes...those were what had haunted me every night for the last seven years: what I had compared every man to and found them lacking. No wonder Steph waited until now to tell me, I thought dazedly. He towered over me, smiling as he held out his hand.

"It's good to see you again, Molly" Good Lord, that voice! Gone was the squeaky prepubescent voice of a fifteen year old boy and in it's place was the golden warmth of a man's. My mouth kept opening and closing. I didn't know what to say! It was as if I'd had a brain-fart of some sort that rendered me temporarily speechless. He laughed, and instead of shaking my hand, pulled me in for a huge hug. He still smelled the same after all these years and I drank in the scent like a starving woman. Get it together, Molly! I told myself. I pulled away, nervously smoothing a hand down the front of my dress. Randy's eyes followed my gesture and I blushed again. Damn. The precious few times in my life when I'd blushed, it seemed like it was always around him!

"You've filled out nicely. Still favoring the 'full-figured' look, are you?" Well, I knew not EVERYTHING could've changed. I gave him a bland look.

"Just as you're still favoring the 'I'm-a-complete-dick' attitude, Randy", I said sweetly. His sudden laughter startled me. I suppose I still expected him to try and deck me. He fell into step beside me as I started down the corridor. "So, why do I need to show YOU around? You're probably the only other person besides me and the McMahon's that grew up in this business." Randy shrugged, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.

"I dunno. Vince offered me a job about a year ago, but I didn't feel like I was up to it yet. So I took a year just to train: you know, do conditioning, work on my in-ring persona and attitude...that sort of thing." We turned into a vacant office that I could use for more interview time for any questions Randy may have. Though I have to say, I was having a pretty hard time focusing on his words...I was too busy watching his mouth move...

"Molly? Are you okay?" I was snapped out of my thoughts by Randy's gentle shake of my shoulder. I eased away from him to stand behind the rooms only desk, clearing my throat.

"I'm fine, just got a bit...sidetracked is all. Now, let's get down to business." I gestured for him to take a seat as I sat down myself. I was gonna be okay. I could do this. I could get through this interview without ripping his clothes off...God, I sure hoped I could.