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Finally after an hour the car took them to the arena. The trio walked in with ease, as Devin still had her face in the notebook. She was not going to let this guy ruin her perfect score at what she does.

"Hey you guys are back." she saw as a stage hand came up to them, "Where is the girl?" he asked. Both boys bit their lip pointing to the small punk beside them, her face still dug inside the book.

"I wouldn't say that too loud.." John muttered, looking over to the small girl. That got her attention when her gray eyes shot up, glaring at the stagehand who asked for her.

"Yes, that's me." she growled through clenched teeth. The poor stage hand didn't even have a chance. He smirked in a nod and told her to follow him. She did as she was told but whipped around to Randy first.

"You have an interview today, so don't say anything stupid or do anything dumb please. I don't want to have to start to write out things for you to say." she breathed and turned on her heel to follow. As soon as she was out of sight did Jon start bursting out in laughter.

"This is not funny Cena." Randy growled.

"No your right it's not, it's fucking hilarious!" he cried, tears coming down his cheeks. The Killer groaned, letting his shoulders drop in defeat.

"Did you see how tiny she was? I mean big boobed and all but God it's like talking to a snake!" Randy groaned once more looking down at his shoes. This was crazy, this was beyond crazy in his mind. Why out of all people did he have to grab a punk girl who looked like she was twelve.

"You like it admit it." John punched the killer's side, then looked around to see if anyone was there. Randy glared up at John, "It's so like a fetish for you or something."

"No I think you like it actually." he scoffed and walked away. John stared at the empty spot and sat laughing to himself. Maybe he did like it a bit too much. Devin... Devin the small girl who could probably kick his ass and Randy's if she really wanted. What was really going to happen, now it was all up in his hands.

*****

"Hello?" Devin knocked on the door, letting herself in. What was she going to do, or what was she going to be told to do.

"Ms. Anderson?" Vince's voice called out for her. Devin bowed and moved into the light making her hair look like a huge flame, "So this is what Eli gave me huh?" his gruff tone making her feel not at ease.

"You asked for the best sir and I am the best." Devin chuckled, tooting her own horn. After what she had to pull with this guys life she knew she was amazing.

"I have to admit I thought you were going to be a guy, that's why I hired you really." Vince chuckled to himself. His eyes went over the punk's body, double checking to see if any marks were on her neck or anything. Vince knew Randy and if he saw a girl even for five minutes things could happen.

"I know, my name deceives everyone, I mean in college I was even roomed with a boy." Devin tried to chuckle but only pulled half her mouth into a smile. Her mind went back to when she really first met Joey…her first roommate.

"Well no marks on you which means he isn't interested, which is good." He muttered, pressing his glasses back onto the bridge on his nose.

"Well if you don't mind me saying sir, but if he did try anything on me he would have no hands." She smiled till the rings on her lips spread into a large smile, "Anyway I think I scare him."

Vince scoffed nodding his head in a good way. Devin knew how to handle guys; it was her specialty to handle men like Orton. The head man glanced up at the punk, sliding a envelope containing a check with her name on it.

"This is the starter for you to get Orton off my back, and by the look of you, it might be harder then I can expect." He mumbled as Devin grabbed the check from the oak desk and stared at the zeros that laid in her palm.

"You don't know me very well sir." She side smirked, letting her ego flex even more.

"You're right I don't know, but I hope that you can prove me wrong and give this guy somewhat of a life."

Devin nodded again, pushing back a fishnet glove on her hand, and some red hair from her face. Vince once more looked up at her and scoffed shaking his head.

"You may leave Devin if I am correct Mr. Orton has a photo shoot in about an hour, and then has a show." He spewed off the information as Devin read it off her blackberry, "also Miss. Anderson, next time I see you I hope you will be in better attire."

"Yes sir." She speaks once more before walking out of the room with anger building in her bones. Eli never told her what to wear or what to bring. She never had anyone tell her what to wear or how to really act, but when she glanced back at the check, she knew that arguing was not going to help her. Suck it up and deal with it.

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