Thanks so much to all of you that reviewed. Seeing those remarks makes me anxious to write another chapter, even when I can't think of something creative to put into words. I apologize for the long wait for this chapter; I've been finishing up exams and whatnot. Thankfully they're over and I'm here now so the updates should be coming more frequently. To all the persons still reading this, please enjoy.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, thus I ask that you treat it as such. All recognizable names do not belong to me. The unrecognizable names and plot however are solely mine.

Chapter 4

The Tuesday afternoon sun silently streamed through the transparent pane, separating her office from the rest of the bustling Downtown Chicago area. Bypassing the window, slicing through the crisp atmosphere, the rays landed on the maple wood surface, its shine and lemon Pledge scent courtesy of Martha, the janitor. She vehemently resisted the temptation to rest her head on the fragrant surface as she had done numerous times since stepping in that morning. As cheery as she was with those in her department and those that weren't, she considered it unprofessional for one to be seen dozing away on the job. It was an instant turn- off, so as the Chief Technological Officer and the head of her department, it was her duty to set the example for those on her floor.

In no time, the burn became unbearable. The heat had begun to build up in her hair, causing her to feel warm. This always happened around lunch time, so her next few actions were like clockwork: she scooted back in the swivel chair, got up, turned the blinds a little, allowing sunlight to penetrate the room in thin stripes then finally returned to her seat. Her glance flitted to the stack of manila folders on the edge of the desk; papers jutting out in every direction from the one on top of the pile. Darting her eyes to the clock on the screen, it read fifteen past twelve.

"Prepping for the presentation last week was way easier than this." She thought, striking through a sentence on the sheet before her before subconsciously tracing her eyebrows with the pencil, a force of habit.

At the moment she was summarizing the latest finds by her department in regards to the design of the company's next product. Cassie needed to have all this information together before the day's end to pass it on to the bigger heads in order to keep the progress of the project on track to meet the November deadline. The document before her was doused with grammatical errors and heavily laced with ambiguity.

She wouldn't even describe it as mediocre.

Identifying the author of the piece she shook her head, irritably chucking the folder on top the mountain and pushed away from the desk. The chair came to rest as soon as the planted her feet on the tiled floor. Visualizing an office in which all projects came together seamlessly, deadlines were met and every worker did as told, the shrill cry of the only cell phone in the room brought her back to reality. Slowly propelling the chair to its usual position she reached for the phone in the front pocket of the bag. Judging from the short- lived chime, it was a text message.

Lunch?

Yh. Regular place. Dnt b late cuz I won't hesitate to start eating without ur ass ~Cassie

Someone's hungry. Srry bt u cnt have me. Im nt on today's menu. L8r.

Deeply inhaling the crisp air, she became calm enough to resume working on the file. Before long, the only sound in the room was the rapid clicking of the keyboard keys.

"…and with the increasing popularity of platforms like Twitter…"

That one word interrupted her flow.

She met an intriguing man last Tuesday and parted ways with the intention to keep in touch through Twitter, and after looking for any sort of contact from him with each passing day, on Friday she resolved to stop looking for his name in her inbox. Electing to take a well-deserved break, she launched her Twitter feed. Tuesday was obviously a slow day, due to the lack of interesting posts she saw given the time of day. Looking at her inbox, she was able to smile. He sent a message. On Sunday. Two whole days ago.

Seth Rollins ( WWERollins)— Hi Cassidy. It's Colby. We met on Tuesday at the airport.

Juke ( Cassie)— I remember. How are you?

Feeling invincible, the woman threw herself into the task with renewed vigour; amazed at the number of foolish errors she was able to make sense of. The phone chimed with a short, unfamiliar sound.

Seth Rollins ( WWERollins)—I'm good. Just out n about. How about you?

Juke ( Cassie)—Same here. Sorry I took so long to reply. Wasn't on all weekend.

Seth Rollins ( WWERollins)—Sorry for taking so long 2 contact you. Work is hell right now.

Jukebox ( Cassie)—It's ok. It's hell 4 me 2. No amount of money or time could prepare me 4 the stuff I deal with.

Seth Rollins ( WWERollins)— Sure it's not that bad.

They went back and forth on different ways to protest against the unfair treatment she was subject to at the hands the sluggish members of her department, all of which didn't hesitate to cause her to laugh. In the middle of reading another of Colby's responses, Sophia entered.

"Yes, I know, I'm a wonderful person." Was Sophia's take on the smile taking over Cassie's face.

"Imma cut you down to size one of these days. Your ego's getting too big for my office."

"I think it's the perfect size." Settling into one of the chairs before the desk, she continued, "Speaking of big egos, girl, last night Jackson—"

"I know where this is going. I don't wanna hear it."

Smirking, Sophia busied herself with the cup of pens and pencils, "Wasn't going to share anyways. Watchu smiling 'bout? Somethin' nasty?

After ending the conversation with Colby she voiced concerns about choosing Sophie as a friend in a world full of millions. Knowing what the woman really wanted to hear, Cassidy willingly confessed the identity of her texting partner. Sensing a witty comment, the executive hurried packed her purse and left the office with the promise of continuing the conversation over lunch, a gossip- hungry Sophia hot on her heels.

The afternoon rush in Delights, a little hole- in- the- wall restaurant in the city slowly subsided as workers moved like ants in the direction of their jobs. A few others, like the ladies near the counter moved languidly, perhaps allowing their meals to settle. Realizing Cassie's stare going over her shoulder, she followed her gaze to the collage near the closed entrance. The artwork deserved praise no doubt: it was a creatively designed piece, but they dined there on previous occasions so it was nothing new to them. So why was Cassie staring at it as if she had discovered something new in the image? Turning to her right she met Sophia's eyes.

"I don't know." Sophia mouthed with a shake of the head, wisps of brown hair dancing around.

Jingling bracelets and the snapping of fingers refocused Cassidy's attention on the ladies in the booth, the owner of said fingers seeming perturbed by the lack of attention she was shown earlier.

"Hmm?"

"You good?"

"Yeah Lauren. Just thinking."

Swirling the purple carbonated beverage with her straw, watching the condensation trickle down the sides of the glass cup, Lauren looked to Cassidy with a smirk etched on her face.

"Bout who? Robert?"

Spotting a used paper napkin in her periphery, she balled it up and chucked it in Lauren's direction, preparing to remind her that she and the man in question weren't and would never be in a relationship; but as expected Sophia interrupted, always having to add her two cents.

"Girl where you been? Robert's old news. My girl got a new man in her life." Sophia piped up and high fived Lauren, ignoring Cassie's murderous glare.

"Yeah girl, go get you some." Lauren applauded, shimmying her shoulders. "Can't believe you kept this from me."

"I can't believe you'd listen to Sophia. You know she has a terrible habit of over exaggerating."

"Everyone knows that true, but is she lying?", Lauren challenged.

Cassidy gave Lauren the shortened version of last week's events and finished dismissively, "He's just an acquaintance, not even a friend. I don't plan on us playing tonsil hockey anytime soon."

"We'll see." Sophia replied in a singsong voice the same time Lauren muttered, "You might end up playin' somethin' else though."

Unable to resist the urge, she gave the duo a broad smile. "Lauren, go back to your boutique and leave me alone. Soph, let's head back."

Exchanging hugs, kisses and a few more laughs the two co-workers separated from Lauren, driving in the direction of the cluster of skyscrapers lining the Chicago River.

Plopping down in the couch, he fumbled for the remote. After a day of trekking around Iowa doing two radio interviews, going to the gym and making it through another Smackdown taping, with a tired brain and aching muscles he returned home and found he had a pile of dirty clothes to combat with. Fearing the build-up of the stench of gym clothes in his apartment he mustered the courage and quickly took care of his laundry.

Flipping through the expansive selection of channels, his search for a captivating programme came up empty. Cocking his head to the side he thought of watching something on the WWE Network, but thought better of it. He needed a reprieve. As much as he loved wrestling, he spent too much of his time physically and mentally involved in the sport for him to watch it during his time off. He settled for a mundane late night talk show. It didn't take long before his mind wandered off in a million other directions, one of them went by the name of Cassidy Logan. So far, based on the one wit- laced conversation they shared, her interactions with her followers and the silly memories of her and her friends she posted on the site, Colby surmised that she had a very interesting character. These factors had him thinking they could form an easy going friendship. Reaching for his main means of contacting the young lady, he decided to check if she was available.

Seth Rollins ( WWERollins)— Hi.

Juke ( Cassie)— Lopez! Watchu up 2?

Seth Rollins ( WWERollins)— Someone's happy 2 see me in their DMs :).

Juke ( Cassie)—Lol. You better believe it. Can't have you dying on me now.

Seth Rollins ( WWERollins)—Aww. I'm special. Thanks 4 making me feel loved.

Seth Rollins ( WWERollins)—Btw, juke? What's the deal with that? Does it have a special meaning?

Juke ( Cassie)—Not really, just a nickname from my friends. It's short for jukebox.

Seth Rollins ( WWERollins)—Jukebox? Care 2 explain?

Juke ( Cassie)—When someone around me says something that reminds me of a song, I start singing that particular song. Strange right?

Seth Rollins ( WWERollins)— Nope. Not at all. Can we try it?

Juke ( Cassie)—Sorry Lopez. Only works in person. Btw, Seth Rollins? Wanna explain that?

Seth Rollins ( WWERollins)— Just the name of a character I play on tv.

Juke ( Cassie)—So you're an actor? That's cool. What's it like?

Seth Rollins ( WWERollins)— Actor of sorts. I'm a professional wrestler.

Juke ( Cassie)—Like in a league?

Seth Rollins ( WWERollins)—League? No, I work for the WWE.

Juke ( Cassie)—Ok, I literally have no idea what you're talking about. I'm blank right now.

Seth Rollins ( WWERollins)—I could explain it 2 you, but it's gonna be hard with only 140 characters. Wanna give me your #?

After five minutes which he would more accurately describe as an eternity, Colby finally saw a phone number appear in his inbox. Wasting no time he dialled the number. Someone picked up on the third ring. A familiar voice breathed into his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey Cassie, it's Lopez." He supplied, mentally berating himself for sounding like an idiot.

"Hey Colb— ugh!", she grunted and breathed heavily.

"You alright over there?" Colby inquired and later found out that she was struggling to open a bag of peanuts, after which he teased her relentlessly. Not long after Cassidy changed the subject.

He proceeded to summarize his job in the WWE and shared what like as a pro wrestler was like for him, both inside and outside the ring. Colby admired the fact that Cassie didn't interrupt him every five seconds to ask a question, but remained silent on the other end of the line, supplying small comments to let him know that she was still there listening. It made him think she was genuinely interested.

"So wrestling is just a bunch of guys parading around in underwear grappling each other to win a match?"

"Pretty much. But don't knock it till you try it, or watch, in your case."

"Please Lopez, have you seen you? I could take you any day." Cassidy laughed, challenging Colby who immediately called her bluff.

"You said it's on tv? Imma take a look one of these days."

"You should. It's on USA and Syfy." Colby finished in between yawns.

Realizing his tired state Cassie ended the conversation and he expressed his wish to speak to her again, to which he received no objections. Getting comfortable in bed with Kevin snuggling in beside him, Colby was nothing short of feeling elated as his friendship with Cassidy in his opinion continued to bloom.

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