Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one from the WWE, Andy Simon and the story idea is mine…that’s it.

Unwanted Surprises

RebelliousAce

Chapter 1

Rain pattered on the window of Andy Simon’s office, distracting her from the glowing screen of her laptop. She sighed, silently blaming the weather on her lack of inspiration. It had been raining for nearly a week and since the relentless downpour began her life had taken a steep downhill spiral. First, her fiancée of three years decided it was time to move on, breaking off their relationship to date his secretary in training, a thin, blonde, plastic Barbie doll. Then the novel she had spent nearly four years perfecting came back to her in a rejected heap from just about every publisher in Connecticut. And now, as she sat staring at her blank computer screen came the icing on the cake. She had writer’s block.

“There’s no way I’m going to get a job like this,” she scrubbed her face with her hands, closing out the blank document. “I need coffee.”

Slowly pushing her chair away from the desk she made her way out of her home office, her dog, a jet black pit-bull she had adopted just after graduating college, looked up from his perch on a loveseat by the window as she walked past.

“Come, Felix, time for dinner,” she smiled, scratching his ears as she made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen to fix a pot of coffee.

As the machine gurgled on the counter, Andy found herself wondering what her ex-fiancée Sean was doing at that very moment. She let the pain where he had once been fill her as Felix licked her fingers beneath the table. Before she could collapse into tears as she had done the previous nights alone the phone began to ring on the wall, startling her.

Andy shuffled over to her coffee pot, pouring out a mug of the steaming liquid before pulling the cordless from its perch on the wall and raising it to her ear.

“Andy Simon speaking,” she greeted, resting the phone on her shoulder as she mixed cream and sugar into her mug.

“Oh good, I dialed the right number,” a relieved woman’s voice came from the other line. “This is Andromache Simon, correct?”

Wincing at her full name Andy sighed, “Yes, this is she.”

“Very good. I am Lydia Weiser. I work for World Wrestling Entertainment, I assume you’ve heard of us?”

“Who hasn’t?” Andy rolled her eyes sarcastically, moving into the family room and flicking on the TV where the news had just been displaying an investigation on the shooting of a store owner in the neighboring state.

“Yes, well, Mr. McMahon has been trying to clear his company’s name and, after due consideration, has decided to publish a book revealing all the in’s, outs and loop holes of the company. He so happened to dig up your résumé and came to the decision that he wanted a new, fresh writer to do the job. Lucky for you, he has requested that you meet with him immediately to discuss the details.”

Andy sipped the burning coffee, choking slightly at the searing pain down her throat. She kept silent for a moment, wondering how this woman managed to know she was in desperate need of a job before she had to sell her house. Adjusting the navy sweat pants she donned, Andy blinked at the TV, not really seeing the pictures flashing across the screen.

“Well, I guess this meeting can be arranged. I would love to take up a new challenge. When does the process begin?”

“Now that you ask, Mr. McMahon has requested you meet with him tomorrow afternoon at one thirty. Is that possible?” Lydia asked, the sound of typing in the background.

“Uh, sure I guess. I might be a little late though. Felix has an appointment with the vet at one,” Andy explained as the dog hopped up onto the couch, resting his head in her lap.

“Very well, I shall inform Mr. McMahon. Thank you for your cooperation, enjoy the rest of your evening.”

“You too,” Andy faked a chipper voice and hung up. “Enjoy your evening my ass. This is probably the least enjoyable week I’ve ever had,” she grumbled. “Fucking rain…”

Felix let out a sympathetic bark, nuzzling his master’s arm to try and reassure her. Andy smiled at the dog, scratching his ears again as she let the tears she had bottle up all day stream down her face. She just wanted everything to go back to the way it had been a week before. She wanted to be happily engaged to the love of her life, she wanted her writing to be top notch like it had been. But everything she wanted had to come crashing down around her all because of the rain.

“Well, on the good side f things, I have an interview tomorrow,” she sniffed, grabbing the remote control to change the channel.

Surprisingly, the rain had died down the next day as Andy made pulled up to the WWE headquarters building. Felix lay in the back seat of the Chevy Cavalier she drove, his head tucked between his front paws. She scratched his head for luck, leaving the back windows down to give him some air before stepping out into the light drizzle of the day.

“Wish me luck,” she sighed, straightening her black pencil skirt and maroon blouse. She steadied herself in the black high heels she had borrowed from her older sister and made her way carefully toward the building.

Andy hesitantly made her way into the lobby, taking in the large WWE logo over the reception desk. She swallowed hard, seeing a sign listing each floor and what was on it. To her dismay, Mr. McMahon’s suite was located on the top floor of the building. Turning on her heel she moved to the elevator and stepped in, her nerves picking up as the doors closed her in and the machine jerked upward toward her destination.

Three floors away from the top the elevator stopped, tearing Andy from her nervous thoughts. She sucked in a nervous breath as a man stepped in, a frown on his gorgeous face. Andy had to stop herself from openly staring at him, he was tall, well over six foot, and he had the most beautiful ocean blue eyes she had ever seen. To top if off he was muscular and in shape, his biceps bulging slightly as he pressed the floor he wanted.

And bit hard on the inside of her cheek as she felt his eyes roam over her. She had to turn her head away from him slightly to hide her flaming cheeks behind her hair, her bangs helping greatly.

“Are you new here? I’ve never seen you before?” he broke the silence, making Andy jump.

She hesitantly looked up at him, “Uh, no, I’m actually here for an interview.”

“You looking to be a new Diva, then?” he asked, his eyes roving over her frame again.

“N-no,” Andy stammered.

He looked slightly disappointed, either because she was not giving him adequate answers or because she was not becoming a Diva, Andy had no idea. But he seemed a but irritated, like he expected her to be fawning over him for some reason.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” he asked as the elevator came to a stop a floor under Mr. McMahon’s.

Andy shook her head innocently.

“I’m the future of this business. I’m Randy Orton.”

Just as Andy opened her mouth to introduce herself the doors opened and he stepped out. She frowned as he winked at her as the doors closed once again, her confusion getting the better of her. The second she reached the floor she was looking for she pushed the strange meeting from her mind, rushing down the hall to the secretary, who looked bored as she played with her gum.

“Can I help you?” she asked, looking slightly disgusted at Andy’s appearance.

“I have a meeting with Mr. McMahon,” Andy said hurriedly, glancing at her watch, she was ten minutes late.

“Go ahead in then,” the girl pointed toward a thick wood door.

“Thanks,” Andy murmured, quickly moving to the door. She pushed it open to see Mr. McMahon sitting behind his desk looking slightly impatient, an attorney fiddling with his pen sitting across the desk, a legal pad in his lap. They both looked up as Andy entered, her face flushed.

“You must be Miss Simon?” McMahon asked, standing up and holding out a hand.

“Yes,” she blushed, “Sorry I’m so late, the vet had to give Felix a shot, he didn’t like that much.”

McMahon chuckled, offering her a seat beside the attorney, “No worries, Lydia alerted me about your appointment. Now, let’s get down to business. I have you here for a reason. As you might have found out from the various news reports, World Wrestling Entertainment Inc is being investigated.”

Andy nodded, “Yes, because of the recent tragedy.”

A strained look flitted across McMahon’s face and Andy felt a rush of sympathy for him. He sighed, adjusting a stack of papers beside him before continuing.

“I have come to the conclusion that the only way to shed light on this company and to clear its name is to bring in someone from the outside. I want a book published revealing everything. You will have unlimited access to all files, facts, everything. I’m desperate, Miss Simon. My ratings suffer because of the media; can I trust you with this?”

Biting the inside of her cheek Andy considered. She actually began planning her first interviews silently while McMahon waited, his eyes slightly crazed. She slowly nodded, a sigh of relief coming from the Chairman. “Yes, I think I can manage. All I need from you is your complete cooperation and a list of every single employee on payroll. As well as affiliates of each of them so I can gather their perspectives as well.”

Grinning broadly McMahon nodded, “And all I need from you is a signature,” he handed her a short contract, enabling her all the things she needed, the most surprising of these being a new laptop computer and BlackBerry equip with every phone number of each Diva and Superstar.

Andy signed the page, taking her copy. She glanced around, unsure of what to do next. McMahon got to his feet, breaking the silence for her.

“Well, now that we are agreed, I must warn you, this job requires a large amount of traveling. Some of my wrestlers are not the nicest of people and will attempt to take advantage of you being woman. This contract promises me that if you are sexually harassed you may no press charges against the company, but I will take immediate action to fix the situation quietly. I will have Lydia take care of your hotel needs for each show you attend. Are we clear?”

“Yes, thank you,” Andy nodded.

Smiling, Vince held his hand out to her, “Then welcome and enjoy your time with the company, your BlackBerry and laptop will be waiting for you on Monday of next week when you arrive at the hotel for Monday night Raw. Lydia has already reserved your plane tickets for you.”

Thanking Vince once again, Andy left the office, surprised to see none other than Randy Orton waiting outside the office door. He flashed a knee weakening smile at her and she stumbled into the elevator, her cheeks flaming as she pounded the button for the door to close before anyone could see her embarrassment.

A/N: Yay, new story. Oh, if you're wondering how to pronounce Andy's name it's Andromache (Ann-drom-uh-key). Hope you liked it, let me know waht you think! --Ace