Hello Everyone =]! Well school started already…joy joy…… but anyway I've been pretty bored in classes and what not so I wrote this chapter in school. =P I'm so bad! Lol. I had fun it kept my mind busy so I didn't die of boredom. I hope you enjoy it. Happy Reading! ~Skye~

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Monday came quicker than expected. She was very excited to go to work for the company, there was no doubt about it, but she was also worried, scratch that very worried. For one she wasn't as good a writer as everyone played her out to be. Secondly Vince had pretty much hired her out of the clear blue sky, which worried her immensely. She would hate to disappoint a good friend like Vince, that had given her such a wonderful opportunity. Skyelaar had paced the floors of her house for hours waiting for her phone to ring. Vince had said he would call her after he got everything ready for her. And having the contract done for her, making it official that she would be with the WWE as long as she did the job to the best of her ability.

"Maybe he changed his mind." Skyelaar thought to herself, but then she thought back to what Vince had said to her in his office "I wouldn't want anyone else for the job." He seemed very sincere, and Skyelaar knew him pretty well. Vince was a lot of things, greedy, dickish at times, but never a liar.

"Am I really that unsure of myself?" Skyelaar asked no one in particular.

Just when she was about to sit down on the couch and wait for his call like a normal human being her cell phone lit up signaling she was receiving a call. Before it even had a chance to ring, she jumped up from her spot and grabbed her phone pressing the talk button.

"Hello." Skyelaar answered trying to catch her breath.

Vince chuckled to himself when he herd her ragged breathing, knowing she had been beating herself up all day until he finally called her. "Didn't think I was going to call. Did you?"

Skyelaar breathed a sigh of relief when she herd Vince's voice on the opposite end of the phone line. She wasn't sure it was him when she was jumping over the table to reach her phone. She had just assumed it was. She was very happy to find that I was in fact Vince who had called her causing her heart to leap into her throat. " No in fact I was so sure you were going to call that I already started writing down some ideas." Skyelaar knew she was lying through her teeth, she just hoped that Vince didn't notice.

"Of course you did." Vince smiled at how nervous she was, but as far as he was concerned she had no reason to be.

Skyelaar knew right then and there that Vince wasn't buying what she was selling so she opted for the truth this time around.

"Actually sir I was a little worried." Skyelaar raked a hand thru her hair, still worried for whatever reason.

Vince sighed. "You have nothing to worry about I haven't even came close to changing my mind and I know you will do a great job as our head writer."

Skyelaar smiled to herself feeling stupid for freaking out over nothing. She knew deep down inside of her that Vince wouldn't let her down…and he didn't.

"Thank you again Vince….for everything." Skyelaar knew she sounded sappy, but she couldn't help it she was very grateful to Vince for helping her out, and not just with the job thing, but also just her life in general.

"It's my pleasure Skye."

"So what time would you like me to show up?"

Vince thought a moment before he spoke. "Well the show doesn't start until eight, and you don't really have any work to do, but if you want you can just come down to the arena and you know get a feel for the place and we could check out the office and even sign that contract of yours.

Skyelaar had completely let Randy Orton slip to the way back of her mind. Her full attention was now on her job and doing whatever she could to keep it. " I would love to see what the WWE is all about." She had been around the business her whole life, but she had never really paid much attention to all the inner workings of it. "And I'm sure it's best to get this contract signing out of the way.

"Sounds good." Vince replied. " So I'll see you a little before eight?"

"Yep. In fact I'll leave as soon as I'm done getting ready."

Vince could hear the excitement in her voice, and knew she was happy. "See you then Skye."

"Bye." Skyelaar hung up the phone, throwing it on the couch before sinking down on the chair, letting out a long awaited sigh of relief.

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No sooner had she hung up with Vince, did she hop in the shower. She soon emerged, a towel wrapped tightly around her body. Skyelaar walked into her bedroom trying to figure out what on earth she was going to wear. She remembered she hadn't really asked Vince about the dress code………….oh well she would wear what she liked and hope he wouldn't mind. It was pushing on 7:00 when she finally decided upon wearing a pair of skinny jeans and red tank top, throwing a black hoodie over it Skyelaar looked at herself I the full length mirror. "This will have to do." she stated giggling a little. She looked like a criminal, but this was her style like it or not. Walking out into the living room, Skyelaar reached over and grabbed her phone off of the chair it was resting on stuffing it into her back pocket, slipping on her red converse before walking out into the pouring rain, in search of her car.

Skyelaar arrived at the arena just in time to get the contract signed before the show was scheduled to start. She was almost certain she would be late, but then again she always did cease to amaze herself. Locking up her car, Skyelaar walked up to the doors of the Allstate Arena in her beautiful hometown of Chicago, Illinois. She let out a heavy breath before pushing open the double doors. Lucky for her she had no problem finding Vince's office this time. As soon as she saw the gold lettering on the outside of the door that read 'Vince McMahon'. She slowly rose her hand to knock on the door. No sooner did she raise her hand, when Vince's office door came flying open. Skyelaar stepped to the side and leaned against the wall, not sure if she should turn around to se what was going on. When she finally made up her mind and turned her body toward the door, she looked up and stared into the iced over blue-grey eyes of Randy Orton. He looked pissed and she could see the vein in his neck pulsating. But as soon as Randy saw fear swimming in her emerald green eyes he instantly softened his expression, not wanting Skyelaar to think of him as someone she should fear.

Randy smiled down at her. His 6'4 frame intimidating her even more. "Hey. didn't think I'd see you again so soon." He was half trying to soften the mood and he also really didn't think he would see her again just a few days later, but he was happy that she was back.

Skyelaar was almost afraid to speak, looking behind Randy at Vince, who was just looking at her as if to say sorry for Randy's rudeness. She was looking at him like he had the answer tattooed on hid forehead, Vince just gave her a lazy shrug. "Umm hi." Was all she managed to say before dropping her gaze back to the oddly patterned floor. This was so far from how she pictured working with Randy.

Randy was well aware that he had startled her a bit, but that would pass in time. Sliding past her with out another word, Randy's bare chest brushed against her sweatshirt covered arm , causing an eruption of goose bumps to spread up and down her entire body. Was this man trying to make her insane? She had met him twice and at first he was the sweet yet cocky young wrestler, now this time he was the sweet yet very angry young wrestler. Skyelaar shook her head trying to ignore her headache that was pounding through out her head. As soon as Skyelaar saw Randy's body turn the corner fully, she walked into Vince's office and shut the door still not sure what she was supposed to say or do. She felt very out of her element at the moment.

"You'll get use to him." Vince smiled at her before pulling out a folder that contained her contract and what not.

Skyelaar wasn't really paying attention to what Vince was saying, to consumed in her own personal thoughts. "Huh?" She questioned looking up at Vince.

"Randy Orton." Vince stated blankly. "He acts like a complete and total ass, but in all actuality he is a big softy." Vince gave her a reassuring smile, knowing that hearing all the yelling coming from his office and then seeing Randy's angered expression had probably thrown her for a loop.

Skyelaar nodded. "He seems harmless. Don't worry Vince, or apologize for Randy I was just kind of caught off guard that's all."

"Ready to get this contract signed?" Vince asked taking it out of the folder and setting it in front of her.

"Yep. Let's do this and get it over with." Skyelaar grabbed the contract not bothering to read it into great detail. She knew that she could trust Vince and he would never try to screw her over. Skyelaar signed on the dotted line and slid the contract back into the folder, hading it back to Vince.

Skyelaar smiled at him sweetly. "Thanks again."

"No problem." He shook her hand firmly. Before placing the folder back in his desk drawer. "Would you like to go check out your office?" Vince asked walking over to stand next to her.

Skyelaar's green eyes lit up. She got her own office and everything, this was a dream come true. "Sure." She followed him halfway down the hallway before a deep voice sounded from behind them. Skyelaar turned around to see Randy jogging up to them, still not wearing a shirt. "Do he do this all the time or just whenever she saw him?" Skyelaar whispered to herself.

"What can I do for you Orton?" Vince asked, rubbing his temples, not in the mood for more or Randy's games at the moment.

Randy finally caught up with them and looked at Skyelaar smiling at her, his blue-grey eyes flashing back at her.

"Nothing I just happened to hear something about a contract and an office."

Vince rolled his neck and then glared at Randy. "Eavesdropping again huh Randy?"

"Never sir." A sly cocky smirk spread across Randy's lips.

Skyelaar was so confused by him, so she opted for keeping quiet and let the to men talk.

"Well Orton if your nosey ass must know Miss. Batista is going to be working here now."

Randy's blue-grey eyes lit up, his lips curving into a smile. Randy turned back to Skyelaar, extending his hand to her. "Welcome aboard." Randy felt his senses reel when Skyelaar slipped her smaller hand into his .

"Thank you Randy. I'm looking forward to it." Skyelaar was glad that they hadn't forgotten that she was standing there with them.

"Where were you guys headed?" Randy asked suddenly curious.

Vince rolled his eyes, obviously not in the mood for this. Skyelaar noticed this and decided to answer for the both of them.

"We were just headed to check out my new office. Would you like to come check it out with me?"

Randy looked over at Vince who was leaning against the wall looking like he was ready to scream. "Hey Vinnie if you don't feel up to it I'll show Skyelaar around I don't mind. I don't even have to be o the show tonight."

Vince looked skeptical, but his head was throbbing and Skyelaar seemed to enjoy Randy's company so he thought what the hey why not. "Sure. I'll be in my office if you need anything Skyelaar." Vince hugged her before heading back towards his office.

"So Skye…if I can call you that. What's your story?" Randy led the way down the long corridor in search of the office labeled 'Writers'.

Skyelaar followed close behind him. "My story?" Randy nodded at her. "Well it's still being written." Skyelaar smiled at him, her lips turning into a small smile.

"Oh so it's like a mystery?" Randy chuckled, and stooped when they arrived outside of her new office.

"Yep, that's exactly what it is." Skyelaar was hesitant but followed Randy when he pushed the door open, flicking on the light. Her eyes bugged out of her head when she saw the set up Vince had done for her. He really was a great guy. Her office had a great view of the city of Chicago that could be seen near the arena, it had a big deep purple leather couch and matching purple chairs. Vince must have listened when she said purple was one of her many favorite colors. The office had dark wooden floors and a giant, fluffy black rug in the middle of the room. Skyelaar loved the set up knowing that she could get some god writing done in here.

"Wow Vinnie really out did himself." Randy was very impressed with her office, his wasn't even that nice and he was the talent for Christ sake.

"Mhmm he sure did." Skyelaar walked further into the office followed by Randy, and plopped down onto the big leather couch by the window. If this wasn't the most comfy couch she had ever sat on in her life. She leaned her head back and shut her eyes, listening to the rain pound against the window.

"Well Skye I hate to leave you so soon but duty calls." Randy didn't have a math scheduled for tonight, but he decided to make an appearance just to stir things up a bit.

Skyelaar smiled at him, truly grateful for all of his help. "It's fine Randy, I'll being seeing you around here I'm sure."

"You can count on the sweets." Randy walked over to the couch and pulled her into a hug, before making his way out the door.

Skyelaar's cheeks turned bright red, as she plopped down onto the couch sighing heavily blowing her bangs out of her face. "What a job."

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Okay I'm relying on you readers to tell me if this story is good or not… I mean I think it's okay but you're the ones reading it, I'm just the writer. =] And a special thanks to my first review on this story from thecatchisdeadliest. Thank you very much=]~Lots of Love, Skye~