Alicia was had just began to rinse the shampoo out of her hair when she heard the phone ring.
‘Of course.’ She thought as she fought the urge to let her answering machine get it.
Turning the water off, she stumbled out of the shower stall, covering herself with a towel and nearly flew out of the bathroom and down the hallway to her bedroom. Throwing herself across the bed, she made a grab for the phone, nearly knocking the cradle onto the floor.
"Hello?" She said, trying not to sound angry that the man or woman had interrupted her shower.
From that moment and into the next hour, Alicia swore that the man on the other end of the line that spoke with a French accent was sent from heaven. Here she was, sitting on the edge of her bed, holding her towel up with one hand and the phone with the other, listening to a job offer. The job was interesting to say the least. She didn’t mind being an assistant and when she asked what kind of job she would be employed at, she had been so shocked with the answer that she almost fell off the bed. She had never expressed any type of interest in professional wrestling, yet the man had convinced her to at least try it out for a week. If she didn’t like it, than she was free to quit. Alicia didn’t know why she had agreed so quickly instead of getting the man’s phone number and calling him back when she had time to think about it, but she had agreed to meet with him when the company came to her town for a few days. She had also agreed to travel with them for a week. He said that they would clear up financial problems when they met. After a few more minutes she placed the phone back on the cradle and regretted it since she had forgotten to ask him a question.
How in the world did he know her profession and her phone number?
The WWF doctor hung up the phone and looked up at the man who had peen strangely pacing the room ever since he had called her. The moment he had hung up the phone, he had looked at him with a look that demanded answers.
"She will come and observe the way we work when we arrive in her hometown in two weeks. She’ll then travel with us for a week and then decide if she will want to become my assistant or not."
Upon hearing that, the Undertaker turned and left the room and returned to his dressing room.
‘Two weeks . . .’ He thought to himself in agony. ‘Two long weeks, then a week with the angel . . . My angel.’
Copyright 1999 by Lady Serria