Roman stormed into Vince's closed door meeting with Seth Rollins. The other man looked miserable. Vince looked more pissed than Roman had ever seen him. Veins popped out of places that Roman didn't know veins existed. The color of Vince's skin was approaching a color that Roman wasn't sure was on the color charts. "What the hell do you want?!" the billionaire aristocrat snarled, spittle flying into Seth's face as he addressed Roman.

Roman briefly thought maybe this wasn't the time but then figured he had already barged in, he'd go for it anyway. "I need to talk to you about MiraBeth. Now." He saw Vince's eyes flash and knew he was about to get his *ss handed to him. "If we talk, maybe there is something that she could oversee, something she could do…"

Vince thundered, "THIS IS THE SH*IT THAT THE DIRECTIVE WAS SUPPOSED TO PREVENT! THE EXACT REASON IT WAS PUT INTO PLACE! LOOK WHERE WE ARE NOW!"

Seth wiggled in his seat, murmuring, "She was an on-air talent."

"What did you say, boy?" Vince's tone dropped very, very low. Roman realized that Vince was in a very dangerous mood.

"Vince. I know you have your hands full and your lawyers are working feverishly. Not too long ago you were considering MiraBeth for a security position in the WWE but the directive prevents her from working here. Maybe we can compromise or come up with some sort of caveat… You need her here and I need her off the streets. We both get what we want. Let her put a leash on Seth. Let her find the loop holes and plug them. You are trying to fix Hunter's screw-ups. That's taking time. Let her help."

"No one is going to…"Seth interjected.

"It's in your best interest to shut up, boy." Vince turned and strutted across the room. He leaned against a desk and glared at Seth silently. Minutes ticket by. Roman began to wiggle impatiently. Suddenly Vince leaves the room.

"What is going on?" Seth and Roman asked each other.

Roman gestured to Seth. "You already know. It's the whole social media thing with her and the other one." He ran his hand through his hair and sank lower in the chair. "This is going to cost me." He looked up at Roman. "This could cost me my job, Rome."

Roman pulled a chair closer and sat down. "Seth, man…I really don't know what to say."

Seth shook his head. "You barged in here like a crazy man."

"MiraBeth is worth it. She'd be here with me if it weren't for that directive. I know it." Roman began twisting his hands. "I just want to protect her…"

A banging door made both men jump. "Roman, you get your wish. Make sure MiraBeth is ready." Vince strode over, handing the large man a handful of papers. "She signs these and is at Headquarters tomorrow. Go. And Rollins? You go with him."

"S-s-sir?" Seth stuttered.

"My new head of security gets to keep your *ss out of any more trouble. Roman, here, gets to deliver you to her and let her know her first order of business."

"Gr-r-reat." Roman muttered as he walked out of the room.

Seth had to run to catch up. "Just like old times." he said with a smile.

"Not exactly." Roman cursed.

"Well, I'm the third wheel, trying not to get fired, and you are making time with your woman but still…We are back together. That's a good thing!" Seth said brightly.

"Yeah, whatever." Roman walked into his hotel room and began throwing things into his bag. Finally pausing, he glared at Seth. "When we get there, you are going to put everything electronic into a bowl or basket or something. You are going to sit in a room and shut up. Not a word. I have to break it to her that I got her a job."

"Oh, sh*t man. You didn't tell her?! What were you thinking, man?"

"I was thinking that she doesn't have to deal with that crap alone. That we can be together. Now I have to hope that she sees it that way. Bringing you along isn't going to help my case, but I can't leave you behind. So you are going to find a quiet corner and make yourself scarce. No causing any trouble!"