Stephanie looked at Riley and tapped a pen to her lips. Riley was the best writer in the business currently, yet she was constantly overlooked for promotion as well as being pretty much invisible to everyone else.

"Have you made a decision yet?" Hunter pushed.

Stephanie tapped her pen a few more times before nodding to Hunter.

"I want Riley for the travelling story manager. She is the best of the best, I cannot bad mouth her for anything. Send her in here."

Riley sighed as she hit the keys on her computer. It wasn't a hard life being here, not whatsoever. It was just boring. She found she didn't really relate to most of the staff here in the headquarters, so her social life was extremely limited. She felt stressed about work because how could she write decent storylines for people she had barely spoken two words to. A character profile only goes so far, and these were real people fleshing these characters out. She twirled her hair around her finger, looking at it in disgust. It had been red for a very long time, so long that now her hair would only keep one shade of red in, forget experimenting and forget going darker. She was stuck with it. She wanted to cry, she was plainer than plain Jane.

"Riley?" Hunter cleared his throat, she looked up to him and pushed her glasses back onto her head. "Steph would like a word please"

Oh shit, well she had really done it this time that's for sure. She nodded and chewed her lip as she gathered her notebook and headed to the office.

"Thank you for joining me Riley, can I get you anything to drink?"

"No.." She squeaked before clearing her throat "I mean no thank you"

Stephanie nodded and resided back in her chair and smiled assuringly at Riley.

"Now as you understand, you are a very creditable person here, we enjoy having you around very much.."

Oh no, she was definitely done for. Fired, capiche! Goodbye home, goodbye laptop, hello cardboard box.

"..We would like to offer you a promotion. You will be out in the field, working with the talent to develop their storylines.."

Riley blinked, they were sending her out there? In the big wide world of WWE. She could laugh, she could cry. What if she didn't fit in? What if the Diva's threw slimming bars at her. Oh jeez.

"Now you will be in a managerial position, so I do require extreme professionalism. However, you are free to go be that social butterfly we have all been waiting for."

Social butterfly? Now she knew that she definitely didn't exist in the world of Stephanie McMahon.

"You will be flying out tomorrow if you accept the offer, we need to whip these boys back into shape."

"This sounds awfully big, thank you ever so much for considering me" Riley stumbled over her words "I'll take it."

Steph thanked her and ran over other necessary information before seeing her out of the office. Steph turned to Hunter and sighed, they both knew exactly what each other were thinking.

"She's gonna get eaten alive" They both said at the same time.

Riley was nervous. A driver had met her from the airport and was now escorting her to the hotel everyone was staying at. She had twenty minutes to unpack and then she had to go meet all the superstars and explain herself. Then she would have to head to the arena and see exactly how they ran the storylines. She could cry.

All of this was spinning around her head and she laid out on her hotel bed, counting down the minutes on her watch. She was presentable, maybe too presentable? She wasn't sure what the deal was around here, how professional did she need to be? Oh yes, extreme. She brushed herself down, a black pencil skirt and a white shirt seemed fine. Easy going formal. She just wished she could do something about her damned height. She stood at a mere 5"1, she felt like a hobbit at the best of times, let alone around these wrestlers. But she couldn't do heels, especially if she didnt want to make herself look like an idiot on her first day.

She hurried down to one of the hotel's conference rooms where Hunter was stood talking to some people, luckily the room hadn't filled out yet. He smiled at Riley when she came in and waved her over. He made her sit with him until everyone had taken a seat. She gulped, big men, short men, all very large well built men. And some mean looking Divas. Hunter casually reminded her that this was only half the roster.

"Alright guys, lets make this quick so we can go to the arena. We have a new Story field manager with us today. She's actually been writing everyones best matches for the last four years, so I hope you can pay her some respect." He said glaring at the group in the corner. They caught her eye, one was taller with a smirk and long dark hair swept over his shoulders. He seemed the more sensible one of the three. Then there was the smaller guy, blonde and black hair, smirking away at Hunter. And then there was him, oh boy she was in trouble. He was tall, not too tall. He only had a beater on, so she could she the size of his arms. His brown sandy hair flicking in his face and he tried to hold back a chuckle whilst leaning on the tallest guys arm. He was bad news, but he was gorgeous. Sure, she was surrounded by some good looking guys in here, but she just could not focus on anyone else.

"Now for the first few days, she will be watching and evaluating how you guys play your parts and if the lines can be improved in any way. Then she will spend time writing with you and getting your input on a show to show basis. Now here she is, Riley Bradley."

She stood up and gave a small wave to everyone. Everyone just responded by looking at her blankly. Oh god, how could she do this.

"So guys, I'm Riley. And yeah, I know a lot about your characters, but not a huge lot about you guys as people. Hopefully this will change that and we can bring out some awesome new storylines."

"Oh yeah totally rad.." Snorted the hot guy. She felt herself blush from embarrassment and cleared her throat.

"Any questions at all?"

"Yeah actually, what about if we invented the character, and WE want our storylines to be left alone?" Asked one of the divas. The hot guy clapped them and started woo'ing. Nobody else responded, so he was clearly just being a dick.

"Well I'm not here to ruin your character. It just sometimes things dry out and we just want to freshen things up for the audience" Riley explained, she could feel her patience being tested. She could go punch him in the face, he was driving her insane.

Luckily after the hell that was that meeting, Riley made quite good friends with a diva named Becky, she offered her a ride to the arena and helped talk her through some of the ins and outs.

"I haven't been here for too long either" Becky reassured "They just test you to begin with, ignore them."

"Who were those guys anyway?" Riley asked as they walked through the arena.

"You know the Shield right?" Riley nodded, she had pushed for them to be the next big thing. In fact she had brutally insisted. "Well that's them"

"What? Oh, I didn't picture them to be like that at all" Riley groaned. She clearly had a lot on her plate. "Who was the dickwad in them?"

"That's Jon, well his character is Dean Ambrose. He's a complete ass and a drunk. His girlfriend recently left him and thats why he's being this way" Becky explained as she showed Riley to the backstage area that held a couch, a TV and a desk. Riley waved goodbye to her and sat down, pulling out her laptop. She had her own policy on googling or watching her characters. It ruined the way they were in her head and her expectations. She didn't like flaws.

But here she was, googling information on each superstar and diva she could find. She found herself constantly resorting back to Jon's page. So Renee Young, was his girlfriend. Riley wondered if she still did announcing and interviews and if so how much of the break up came onto the screen play. She guessed she would find out tonight. She couldn't help this jealous tug when she found photos of those two together. She was not blonde or skinny or have some amazing light up the world smile. She sighed, no man like Jon would ever consider a girl like her. She was just tired of being lonely, she couldnt help but think if thats the whole reason as to why she accepted the job in the first place.