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"Yo Dev, the boss is on the phone." A small black haired stage tech came from behind the curtain. The girl who he called for perked her head up from the distractions on stage, only to put her head set down.

"What the hell does he want now Stephen?" she called over the blaring music of Slipknot.

"He says it is important. He might have anther gig for you." Stephen held his hand over the phone as if to shield it from the music. The small puck rolled her eyes, taking one more pop of her gum before she wondered over to the phone.

"Yeah what do you want Eli?" Devin cracked her gum once more, as if she was one of those valleys, Beverly Hill California chicks you only saw in the movie and shows.

"Dev, I have a job for you and this is a job you would really enjoy, something you have been wanting to do since you came to the agency." A slight feminine voice came from the phone.

"To let me be a manager at the place and actually get myself some real good ass clients?" the little pipsqueak of a girl held the phone so close to her ear it looked as if it was molded her face.

"No, I'm sorry pumpkin but you know how I feel about that. I don't want to lose you as a stage hand and as an assistant to the people that need you. You're my best and I want to keep it that way." Eli giggled snapping a piece of his own gum into the phone. Devin could picture the man right now; sitting in his black pleather swivel chair, basking in the warm rays of sun that shone through the glass pane windows which over looked San Diego's ports. His right hand on the phone holding it under the crook of his neck and his face shriveled up into a joker looking grin.

"Then why are you wasting my time?" she snaped, cracking the gum once more.

"Because you work for me, and I was told I need the best person I got for this job. So you are my best." His voice dropped down onto a low regular male tone, better then the one he had before.

What else could he want her to do? First he sends her off on tour with her ex boyfriend's band to play stage manager, and assistant to the crew and band, and not to mention the other times she did favors for him. Devin was wearing thin, she was done, but something was gripping her inside, telling her to not to say no.

"How much more shit you want me to do before I can say no…" she muttered shaking her head.

"Personal assistant for an important client of mine." He formally stated. The glass nail file he used in his office was looking better if it was in his neck just about now.

"No, I swore off that shit after the first time, cause look where that led me!" Devin hated being the play toy for another human being.

"Devvy…please?" he was using the whiny 'I'm a wounded puppy, love me voice' in which Devin knew she couldn't say no.

"For who?" she gave up, she had to. Eli was right she was the best he had, and if she let him down now she would never get her dream job.

"Randy Orton. Vince called me and asked for my best personal assistant, and that darlin is you." The company owner laughed over the phone. "We are always doing jobs for the WWE, so naturally Vince would go to the best people he knows."

"How much?" her interests were perked.

"Let's just say this salerly will look like a joke by the time you even start with the man."

Devin grinned to herself in a way in which only mean that she had to take the job. More money meant she could save up to make her own firm and be the manager of her own studio and everything. She had to take the job. The little punk clicked her decorated tongue on her decorated lips with a heavy clank. It is the only way. She thought to herself with a heavy heart.

"Fine, I'll be the bitch to him…" she sighed with sadness. Devin couldn't even believe that she was going to go through this once more. "For how long will I be doing this?"

"Um, I think until your services are not needed." The perk in Eli's voice was making her nervous, as if he was sending her off for a dowry and she was never coming back again. "Oh and I already got you a plain ticket and you will have to be there in about a week, so I suggest that you leave this little tour now and get home to start packing."

The pipsqueak's body went numb as she bit harder on her lip ring. He always did this to her. Some how make her do the job and tell her everything is already done. She hated that. Devin was not easily amused by her boss's actions, but if it meant food on the table, a warm place to sleep, and to get the hell off of this tour then she would have done anything. The punk stole a quick glance at Joey on the drums and sighed as he peered at her through the white eye holes on the mask. She knew leaving would mean not seeing him for a while, and that was something she was perfectly fine about.

"Devvy, Devin!" Eli's high dog pitch voice broke her from the staring contest with Joey. "My goodness women, you have to pay attention. I don't need you flunking out on me now."

"E, you are going to piss me off and I won't play assistant for you any more." Devin snapped.

"Harsh words should not be said by a young lady like you ma dear." He laughed. "I ordered you a shuttle home, so chop, chop! You leave with in a day."

Devin opened her mouth to speak, but it was too late he hung up already. Damn him to hell the punk screamed into her head as she stared the phone down with utter disgust.

"Hey Dev what was that all about?" she turned to see Stephen walking to her.

"Nothing…" she uttered "I have to leave the tour, E wants me back in the office tomorrow for the new job." She pushed back some of her flaming colored hair with a netted gloved hand.

"Hey, don't take shit from any of them ya hear, they might try and step on you." He laughed bending down to the young girl's height. Devin rolled her gray eyes putting on her head set.

"Thanks dear but you know me. I will be fine. I know how to handle people by now. I mean I handle E." she pulled the corners of her mouth into a smirk. She was right; he knew that Dev never took shit from anyone.

"You leaving tonight, I bet Joey will miss ya." He laughed pulling the punk into a hug.

"Yeah well, I think he can survive without me. He already has." Devin laughed playing with her lip rings.

"Pity…he was hoping to get back with you."

The young assistant's eyes grew wide like a twelve year old child and thrusted her hands over her ears.

"I don't want to hear this, I don't want to hear this, I am walking away now." She screamed, almost running to get away. She could hear the stage hand's laughter bellow through the backstage and over the music. "You're a bitch!" she called.