Amy stood outside the office door and wiped her palms down her jeans clad legs. It had been nearly five years since she had seen her Godfather, Vince McMahon, and she felt a little nervous. Not that she thought her visit would be unwelcome, because she knew it wasn't .Her recent call to Stephanie had confirmed that. But, even so, she couldn't help feeling a bit jittery. The whole atmosphere of the arena was overwhelming. Everywhere she looked there were huge men walking about in strange costumes and even the security guards were enormous, making her feel even tinier than her 5' 1" height. It was odd really, she thought. She had watched wrestling on TV years ago when she was about 12 and had loved it, using it as an escape really, but over the last ten years she hadn't really taken any notice of it, other less pleasant parts of her life taking over. The last time she had seen Vince it had been away from this sort of place so she hadn't been surrounded by these hulking people. She decided that big men looked great on TV, but up close they were extremely intimidating. In fact, the only large man she ever really got that close to other than her father was Vince himself, and he had always been like a true father to her so she felt safe with him. Her eyes darted up and down the corridor before she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Yeah, come in," she heard Vince call out and she opened the door and poked her head around it.
"Er...hi..." she said hesitantly, giving a small smile as he looked over his desk at her. His face lit up in surprise before he stood and held his arms out to her.
"Peaches ?What the hell are you doing here? Come here and give me a hug!"
Amy's smile broadened at his nickname for her and she crossed the room to give him a hug, laughing as he grabbed her arms and pushed her away from him so he could bend and stare into her face.
"To what do I owe this rare pleasure?"
"I heard you were in town and so...you know..." she shrugged and grinned at him, blowing a strand of curly red hair out of her sparkling green eyes.
"Uh-huh. But you don't live in this town, honey, in fact you don't live in this State," he reminded her, giving her a suspicious look.
"Okay, okay. So I felt like visiting, alright?"
"Okay," Vince agreed easily. "Why?"
"Well, you know, since my mum died...you're really the only family I've got left to visit now," she admitted, hating the loneliness she sometimes felt.
Vince hugged her again. "That's okay honey, you can visit me anytime you like. Does Stephanie know you're here?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I phoned her so I'd be able to get in okay and surprise you."
"So you're still sneaky, huh?" Vince teased her, remembering what she had been like as a child, at least in the rare times she had been allowed to act like a normal child.
"I try my best!" Amy laughed and sat in the chair he indicated.
"How long are you going to be here?"
Amy shrugged again and felt slightly embarrassed. She had just recently lost her job in extremely uncomfortable circumstances and she was pretty much at a loose end, but she didn't want to tell him that just yet. No matter how welcoming he was being, he had always treated her like another daughter and she knew she would get a stern lecture for managing to get fired, even though it hadn't been her fault. "I'm not sure yet, I haven't decided."
"Well, where are you staying?"
"Nowhere good, I must admit," she said wryly, naming a motel on the outskirts of town that she had been able to afford. She had spent the bulk of what money she had getting a flight here once she had found out from Stephanie where they would be.
Vince stared at her as he sat in his chair and pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing on her rapidly reddening face. "Okay, tell the truth. You're in trouble aren't you?" he asked her, knowing there was something the matter by her carefully guarded expression.
"Not really. No. Nothing," she mumbled. "Are you free for lunch?" she asked brightly, trying to change the subject.
"Oh, no, uh-uh, don't try and wriggle out of it. Tell me," Vince insisted, leaning back and resting his hands over his stomach.
Amy was just wondering how to worm her way out of having to answer when there was a knock on the door and it opened before Vince said a word. She swung around to see who it was and found herself staring, wide eyed, up at the most enormous man she had ever seen. He completely filled the doorway! she thought in amazement as she took in his appearance and then quickly averted her eyes when he looked down at her. He had red hair, covered in a bandanna so she couldn't see his hairline. He wore a neatly trimmed beard and moustache, and he had green eyes, like hers, underneath his frowning eyebrows. His body would have been intimidating enough just from it's sheer size, but the fact that his entire arms were covered in tattoos made him look even more fearsome to her eyes. She had absolutely no idea who he was, but he made the room feel instantly smaller.
Vince smiled at the newcomer. "Morning, Mark. Problem?"
Mark Calloway studied the petite woman sitting opposite his boss and then turned his attention away from her, wondering vaguely who she was. "Nothing much," he said, his voice a deep rumble in the room that seemed to make Amy's nerve endings spark. "Glenn and I wanted to know if you'd come up with any ideas about our match tonight?"
Vince nodded and rifled through the papers on his desk. "Here," he said, handing some of them to the huge man. "These are your scripts for the show, not too many words so even your thick skull should be able to absorb it in time!"
Mark glared at Vince in mock anger. "Ha, ha, very funny." His eyes looked at the script briefly before swivelling to examine the extremely quiet female again. Very nice, he thought as his eyes ran down the length of body. She had long red hair that was haphazardly drawn away from her face, but kept escaping. Her small hands kept fluttering up to push bits of it back. She had a pale, elfin face, dominated by large eyes that she currently kept lowered, almost as if she was nervous. Mark frowned. He was used to making people nervous, but he didn't like it. He continued his appraisal of her, taking in her delicate frame and the curves that she seemed to be trying to conceal underneath a shapeless sweater. Her legs were encased in jeans and were slender, but far too short, he mused, wondering how tall she was when she stood up.
Amy became aware of the silence in the office and reluctantly darted her gaze up to see what the quietness was all about. She found the massive man staring at her, a small smile curving his lips as he saw her startled glance before she dropped her eyes again.
"Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me," Vince said, making a show of getting out of his chair and introducing the two of them. "Mark Calloway, this is my goddaughter, Amber Travis, known by all as Amy. Amy, honey, this is Mark Calloway, one of my finest wrestlers." He deliberately didn't tell her Mark's pseudonym. He had seen the way Mark had looked at her and he wondered what might come of it, if anything. Despite what people thought after seeing his various womanising actions for television, he was a romantic at heart and loved nothing better than setting people up together, although he would have to tread carefully with these two, for various reasons.
"It's an honour to meet you, ma'am," Mark drawled politely, extending his hand and wondering if this mouse like woman would even dare to take it.
Amy stared at the enormous ham-like hand he held out to her and fought with her nerves for a few seconds before reluctantly offering her own hand. Her fingers were engulfed immediately by his, his hand closing up and over her wrist where he was so much bigger than her. "I'm...p...pleased to meet you," she said quietly, not wishing to appear rude.
Mark's eyebrows arched over his emerald eyes at her accent. "You from England darlin'?"
"I...er...used to be...but..." Amy stumbled over her words and abruptly stopped talking, her nerves getting the better of her. She wished he'd let go of her hand.
Vince frowned at her reaction, knowing the reason for it. "She used to live in England with her Mom and Dad, but they got divorced and she moved here a few years back. You've lived in lots of different places, haven't you honey?"
Amy nodded dumbly, still staring at the huge hand holding hers. Mark saw the look and gently released her, moving to a chair nearby and dropping himself into it. "So where do you live now? In this city?" he asked, wanting to hear that pleasant soft tone again, despite the fact that she was starting to look terrified.