CHAPTER 6: Hard At Work!


Molly made her way down the hall to go sit in the catering to do some work. She seemed to like being out where everyone could see her and not only that she could watch the talent interact with each other. Brutus Magnus had just left Dixie's office and was now in search of the small French-Canadian, Molly to talk to her about a few things. Magnus was the type to strut his stuff when he walked down the hall. He was a stacked six feet three inches and had the body of a gladiator. He had short brown hair and steel blue eyes that always seemed like they meant business. He found the petite woman sitting at one of the tables as he strutted his way over to the table and took a seat across from her.

"You my lovely lady must be Molly."

"You would be correct. How can I help you?"

You could hear the strong accents coming from both of them. A nice English accent from Magnus and a thick French accent from Molly. Even though Molly could speak English very well her French accent always came through.

"Well love Dixie has told me that I need to have a photo shoot set up and that I should come find you to do just that."

"That is not a problem at all Monsieur."

She looked over her schedule before looking back up at him.

"How is two o clock for you?"

"Just fine with me."

"Alright then Monsieur…"

"Brutus Magnus."

"Monsieur Magnus. Two o clock it is."

She wrote his name down in her book under the time that she had given him before looking back up and smiling at him. There were still a few more appointment she needed to get and one of them being the short Canadian, Petey Williams. She had looked at her book before looking back up at Magnus.

"Another one that still needs to book their appointment is Monsieur Pierre Williams. We had an encounter not too long ago and well let's just say the cat got his tongue."

"Typical of him. Wouldn't surprise me if you find him hiding in the gym."

"The gym eh."

"Yeah I hear he's always in the gym working out."

She sat there thinking about what Magnus had just told her. She was slowly starting to learn more and more about this Petey Williams. It wouldn't surprise her after all the one time she meet him he had looked like he had been on his way to the gym.

"Do you know when he goes to the gym?"

"Not really I mean he's always going to the gym when he's not wrestling or doing work backstage. Why do you like him?"

"Uh no…I didn't say anything like that."

Magnus leaned on the table with that smirk on his face looking at Molly. She looked down to her book to try and hide her blush. She took a deep breath and looked back up as Magnus stood up from the table.

"Alright, alright I will see you later on at the shoot."

She nodded and watched him walk away before getting her things together and made her way down the hall to find this Petey guy to schedule his photo shoot.

Ajay was in the locker room getting ready for her promo as Chris and Alex were getting the last bit of ring gear on for their match. Molly made her way down the hall her heels clicking on the floor. She looked over her notes that she had just to make sure she had the right locker room before she reached up and knocked on the door. There was a bit of commotion before the door opened and she was greeted by Ajay.

"Uh can I help you?"

"You can…I'm looking for a Monsieur Pierre Williams. Is he here?"

"That depends. Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Molly Franklin I've been working with Madame Dixie Carter."

Ajay stood there looking at her a bit impatient with the PA. She did her best to fight off an eye roll but that wasn't as easy as it sounds. Ajay had better things to do than stand here and waste her time with this nobody.

"Okay what does that have to do with any of this?"

"Well Monsieur Williams needs to schedule his appointment for his photo shoot."

"He's not here right now. Most likely working out at the gym though it would be smart not to interrupt him while he's there."

"Merci beaucoup."

Ajay rolled her eyes and stepped back into the locker room and shut the door in her face. Molly was a bit taken back by this action and thought it was rather rude. She just shook it off and made her way through the arena to find Petey.

Petey stood in front of the mirror in the gym working with a set of dumbbells. He slowly pressed them over his head until they meet with a clank and he lowered them back down next to his head. He was very precise with how he did his workouts. The one thing he hated most was to be interrupted during his workouts. Unless of course there was a reason for it and it had better be a damn good one at that. He kept up with his workout until there was a knock on the door which caused him to curse under his breath ready to chew out the person that walked in to interrupt him. The petite woman waited a moment before pushing the door open only to be hit with the stench of sweat which caused her to pull a face as she wasn't expecting it.

"What don't we know how to leave me alone while I'm working out! I mean really it's NOT that hard!"

He tossed the dumbbells to the floor as he turned around to face whoever it was that was dumb enough to bug him right now. Boy was he shocked when he was meet with Molly who was a little bit taken back at tone. This wasn't the same Petey she had meet the last time because last time he didn't even say anything and now he was yelling at her.

"Pardon, Monsieur."

"I'm so sorry I didn't…I mean I didn't think it was you. I just thought it was…"

She raised a hand to cut him off as he stood up straight looking down at her. Boy was she short. He hadn't realized just how short she was when she sat at the table the first time they met. She may have come up mid chest on him if that. She looked down at her notes before walking over to the bench and looked up at him.

"Monsieur you need to schedule a time for your photo shoot."

She looked at the times she had left open before looking at him. He walked over and took a seat on the bench next to her.

"I have 1, 3 and 4 o clock open for you."

"I'll take the 4 o clock one."

She nodded writing his name down in her book before looking back at him her eyes scanning his body. She could tell why he was always in the gym he had the body to prove it. She shook herself out of her thoughts before standing back up and closing her book.

"Merci beaucoup Monsieur Williams."

He went to speak up but she had left as quickly as she came. All he could hear was the clicking echoing of her heels clicking lightly down the hall. He rubbed his face and sighed to himself feeling like a real idiot for how he acted earlier. He needed to try and make it up to her somehow but he needed to figure that one out.

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Authors Note: And the next chapter for you all.