Jeff's POV
I woke before Anna, I always have. She has always slept late even when we were little. I was lying on my back on the sofa, with Anna curled up on my right side. She had most of her body on mine, instead of leaning against the back of the sofa. She had her arms around my chest; she could link her hands if she wanted. My right arm was curled around her shoulders, while my other arm was close to her head. I ran my fingers through her hair; it felt as silkily as it looked. It was calming to me and I knew she enjoyed it. I only risked doing this when she was asleep, so she wouldn't know. Anytime I did this, she would always try to move closer to me. Her head snuggled more into my chest, rubbing like a cat would.
I was close to drifting back to sleep, but I was woken by a knock on the door. Matt had left it unlocked, I guess in case if Shawn would want to see her. Must be CM Punk, I figured. I was hoping to fall back asleep with her, like we did when we were little. She lifted her head, her eyes opening slowly. She muttered a curse and slowly tried to get off of me. I lifted her up, sitting up with her in my lap.
"Company." I told her, giving her a small smile. She hugged me one last time and then stood up. She fixed her hair and went to sit behind her desk. Anna straightened her clothes before calling for the person to enter.
Back to Anna's POV
I was hoping to be able to sleep more with Jeff. We haven't slept like that since we were kids. CM Punk came through the door, smiling and dressed in his wrestling outfit. I motioned for him to sit and he plopped down in a chair. I folded my hands together, my elbows set upright on my desk. My chin was set on my hands; I thought to make small talk first. Just in case he's uncomfortable.
"Phil, do you mind if I call you Phil?" I asked first. He shook his head, still smiling.
"Not at all."
"Phil, how do you like being World Heavyweight Champion?"
"Fine. Most people don't think I should be champion. They believe I cheated and-"
"Do not listen to them. It was a smart move. I would have done the same thing." I assured him. He gave me a relieved smile and leaned forward in his chair. His hands were clasped, as if he were nervous. Yet, he still had that relieved smile.
"Thanks. Nice to know a legend like you would have done the same." I shook my head, telling him that I'm not a legend. Legends were people like Ric Flair, not someone like me.
"You know that's a lie!" Jeff exclaimed. Phil nodded at me, agreeing with him. I didn't even think he noticed Jeff sitting there. I must be still half asleep; time to wake up and get to business.
"Whatever you say. I still don't think I'm a legend."
"How can you not?" Phil asked me, I think he can't believe I think that. Not many Divas are legends; we apparently don't matter that much in a male dominated company. But, I can't complain. I love this company, I love my job. I really don't have much to complain about.
"You are the woman who remained undefeated until the summer of '96. You have only lost one match in your entire career! You've taken some of WWE's biggest superstars and won! So I ask again, how can you not believe you are a legend?" I had no answer to that. The way he said it; it told me he looked up to me. It let me know that there were others that looked up to me too. Like Mickie James and probably some of the other Divas.
I remained silent, bending my head back to stare at the ceiling. Why did I think I wasn't a legend? It's because you think you don't deserve it. The little voice in my head was starting to be the voice of reason. I was an orphan, stealing food and clothes to keep Amelia alive. I could've cared less about me; back then, keeping Amelia alive was all that mattered. I was the big sister, I had to protect her and provide for her, since our parents could not.
"It's because I feel I don't deserve it." I replied. I faced him again, my face turning serious. It told them, "Enough on that subject." Down to business.
"JBL is going to face you at Summerslam. Since he was able to win the Number One Contender match. Alright?" He nodded, his face showing he still had questions about the previous topic.
"After that…Well… We'll have to see how Summerslam turns out." I dismissed him, telling him to prepare for his match. That would be bad if I made him late for his match, especially on his first night under my management. Jeff stood from the sofa, making his way around the desk to me. I spun my chair around to face him and he pulled me up into a hug.
"I'm gonna go find Matt. We don't have to tape 'till tomorrow. We'll find you later." He told me, pulling back to smile at me.
"Leaving me to my work?" I questioned.
"Yeah. Don't want you to get in trouble." He said, giving me another hug. He then surprised me by kissing my cheek. He waved just before he walked out the door. I sat back down in my chair, spinning it to face my desk. Did Jeff just kiss my cheek? Does he feel the same way I have for years now? I could find out by looking into his soul, but I don't like to do that to people that I trust. If they want me to know something, I'd rather them tell me. I don't like having to search people's souls for information about them. I've had feelings for years now. I never acted on them because I thought it wouldn't be returned. I thought it would push him away from me. Maybe I'll ask Matt…
Before I could text Matt, someone burst through my office door. Beth Phoenix stood in front of my desk, her frame radiating anger. I stood and walked around my desk to face her. She tried to slap me, which I stopped again by grabbing her wrist.
"This again? Try something else or get out." I told her, angrily. I wasn't in the mood to deal with her; she just gets on my last nerve. I'm not a person who has much patience, unless I choose to be patient. Which isn't very often. She glared at me and tried to take back her hand. She couldn't, so she tried to kick me. I twisted her leg so that it only grazed my own. I kicked he other leg out so that she fell to the floor.
"So, was there a reason you came? Or did you come so that I could humiliate you again?" I asked, looking down at her with a smirk. She gave a growl and stood up, getting in my face.
"I want a match with you tonight! Let's see if the Reaper can defeat the Glamazon and Santino Marella!" She challenged me.
"Alright. It will be before CM Punk's match. Better get ready, Glamazon." I taunted her. She left, slamming the door after her. My first night as General Manager and I've already have people hating me! Man, I missed this….