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Here it is 8am monday morning and I am off to my job of six months at Segler and Harris accounting firm. The boss told me on friday that I was getting an account of my own to work on. I was so excited, no more taking every one else's left over case's.

I got to my office and dropped every thing off at my desk and headed into the weekly meeting, where I was warmly greeted by Mr. Harris with a good morning Skye How are you this morning. I replied I am very well Mr. Harris, thank you for asking. He has never called me by my first name, hell I never even knew that he was aware that I had one. He told me to please call him Shawn. Mr. Harris this hard as stone man who had been busting my chops for the last six months has all of a sudden realized that I had a first name and wanted me to call him by his. How could his demeanor change just over the weekend?

When the meeting started every one was going around the table giving the status's of the accounts that they were working on, while I just sat there. When it came to me I gave my updates that I was finishing up my last set of books from Sheryl so if any one had any smaller projects that they would like me to do I would have the time to do them. Mr. Segler politely interrupted me and told me that he had a project that would keep me busy well through tax time. He told the group that he had landed an account with the WWE. Vincent McMahn had down sized his company and he let most of his accounting department go so he had decided to hire us to do the tax's for the company. We all have so many different projects on our plate I have decided to give this account to Skye.

Skye, There is only one little problem that goes along with this account.

What is that Mr. Segler?

You will have to relocate to Connecticut and work in the WWE headquarters, will this be a problem?

No not at all. All I need to do is find an apartment and move. I don't know how long it will take to do that. I can take out a loan at the bank for moving expenses . So no it won't be a problem. Living there I would still be working for you?

Skye, first of all we will rent you an apartment and we will pay for your moving expenses and yes you will still be working for us.

Meeting dismissed, Skye in my office please.

(Mr.Segler and Mr. Harris were in the office waiting for me)

(Entering the office)

Have a seat Skye. About what we were talking about in the board room, This job doing the WWE taxes are very complex being a multibillion dollar year company are you sure that you are up for the challenge?

Mr. Segler if you didn't think that I could do it why would you have offered it to me? Of course I can handle it. It has the show books and the WWE books also right.

That is correct, but what I called you in here to tell you is that it also includes the McMahns tax's as well and he wants to open your services up to any of his employees. This includes any at McMahn plaza and any of his wrestlers.

So you are telling me I will have to do personal tax's for the same rate that you are paying me to do the big job.

Now wait I just said he wants to open up your tax services I didn't tell him he could. That is not for me to decide, I told him we don't do personal taxes just business taxes. I only threw in his family so we could get the big deal. Now Shawn and I were talking if you feel like you have the time and if you wanted to then you could do the personal taxes also for some extra money. You can talk to Vince about that.

So now let me get this straight the personal tax thing is up to me as extra cash in my pocket.

If you want to do it, take the chance and go, hell if you could have that clientèle base every year with the WWE case you would be set.

So I can open my own little CPA office for tax's for the star's. (Laughing)

Exactly, that is just my point, so you will take the job.

Mr. Segler I will take the job and I will start apartment hunting right away.

No need Mr. Harris and I went and got you one over the weekend. It is a nice two bedroom townhouse a mile away from WWE headquarters. Very quiet neighborhood a lot of nice people, we think that you will like it. Here is the address and your keys.

Great so when do I start to move?

We would like to see you moved in by the weekend if possible, so take the week off with pay of course and pack and let us know when to send the movers, and if you need and help just call we will be glad to help.

OK I will do that and thank you again for giving me this opportunity.

I couldn't believe it my client was going to be the WWE and hopefully some of it's superstars.

I was packing for a couple of days when Shawn decided to come and pay me a visit.

I went to answer the door and there he stood in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with his golden muscle tone body glistening in the sunlight. I had never seen him like this before and it had set off some thing in my body that made my mind say Skye snap out of it this is your boss.

Shawn looked at me and said well aren't you going to invite me in?

I snapped out of my trance and said oh yes I am sorry come in. So what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?

Well I just was stopping by to see if you needed any help packing anything?

I am actually on my last room, I was going to call you latter on to tell you that I was ready for the truck to come. But I could use some company if you wanted to stay for a drink or something.

Shawn said he would take a beer if I had one.

Beer it is,as I handed him his, I opened one also. For some reason I just didn't picture you as a beer man.

And why is that?

I don't know I pictured you as the whiskey or brandy type of guy.

Well I never pictured you as the type of girl to drink a beer either, I pictured you with some fruity uv vodka or something along that line.

I drink that too, but I do beer tomboy at home, the fruity little lady when I am out on the town. It all depends on what mood I am in as to what I drink.

Shawn and I finished packing and we called the movers they were going to be at my house to move my things at 9am the next morning.

Shawn asked me if I wanted to go out for a while, I told him sure why not I have no food. He took me to this cute little out of the way restaurant. We talked for what seemed to be hours over dinner. Then he took me out to the local hot spot night club, where we spent most of the night dancing and drinking. When he held me in his arms to dance I felt like I was melting into him. He made me feel like a school girl with a crush. When he took me home I turned to go into my apartment when he pushed me in and started to kiss me, I was thinking to myself yes this guy is hot but he is my boss I have to fight the feelings. I pushed him away from me but the more I pushed the more forceful he became he kept telling me that I wanted him, I kept telling him no, but the more I fought the more he hurt me. Soon I found myself on my bed with him on top of me forcing himself into me. The more I cried the harder he pushed, I begged for him to stop, I told him that I was a virgin and that he was really hurting me. He just started to hit me over and over. When he was done he just told me that, that was for six months of being a tease. By the way tell any one and you will lose your job and we wouldn't want that now would we? With that he left.

I didn't know what to do how could such a sweet man turn into such a monster. I just sat there and cried. What did he mean by that it was for being a tease? Did I do some thing to deserve this did I dress to sleazy did I flirt and not know it? I could not remember for the life of me if I did any of this, but I must of or he would not have done this. I went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror and was horrified at what I seen, I had a cut above my right eye,a black eye and my lip was split. I had bruises all over my body, I needed to go to the hospital.

When I was at the hospital they stitched up the cuts all over my body. They tried to convince me to call the police and file a rape report, but I refused. I told them I didn't know who did this to me and I just wanted to go home. I was moving to a new city and state tomorrow so I would be making a new start. I didn't even go back to my house, I checked into the local motel for the rest of the night.

The next morning I just showed up at the house long enough to open it for the movers to pack my things into the truck. Much to my surprise Mr. Segler and Shawn showed up just as the movers were finishing up. Mr. Segler was over paying the movers and Shawn came over by me I just backed away from him.

He looked at me and asked me if I was alright.

Me alright what nerve you have even coming back around me after what you did to me just go away and leave me alone. No I am not alright you beat and raped me. You should be in jail right now. I need this job that is the only reason why you are not. Now leave me alone.

Mr. Segler- Skye what in the world happened to you?

I was out at a club last night and got attacked by some drunk chick because she said I was flirting with her boyfriend, which I was not.

Well I hope you can do your make-up to cover that bruise, because you have a meeting with Mr. McMahn first thing Monday morning.

I can Mr. Segler.

Fine then have a safe trip.

Good bye Mr. Segler, Good bye Mr. Harris.