My Ember |Dean Ambrose|

|4|-Shopping is a Pain

~Ashley's (POV)~

I came home around 11pm at night. I knew Becca was staying over, because she didn't text me saying she was leaving. I walked inside and headed towards the kitchen, I set all of the stuff I got for the dogs on the counter. I took out my keys from my pocket and set it down besides my phone on the counter top. I shimmied out of my coat and put it back where it belonged as well as I did with my boots.

I let the dogs out one last time for tonight before letting them back and heading downstairs to my getaway place. Not even Becca knows about this little area of my house, only other living thing that knows about this place is my dogs, and this is the one place they aren't regularly allowed in.

I opened up the secret passage doorway, and entered my little oasis in my own house. I went to the desk that was in the corner and pulled out the application that Becca had given me and read it.

It took me about 25 minutes to read the whole thing, it was a very thick application. I then began to sign my name in various places and fill out some basic information about me, like my address, phone number, and full name.

Before I signed the final line, I looked at some of the things in the fine print. Nothing seemed to catch my eye expect one thing:

• Journalists may not have any sexual relationships with wrestlers, unless prior to the application of the job. If in violation of this term, you may be removed from the company.

"That's odd" I thought to myself.

I disregarded my thoughts and signed the paper, sighing in relief, being contented with myself for finishing the application. I smiled while plopping down onto a bed that I had down here and fell asleep.

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I woke up with sunlight spilling from the small window. I closed the curtains and headed up the stairs quietly and peaked around to see if Becca was up. I didn't hear her moving around, so I quickly made my way out of the staircase and back upstairs into the kitchen.

I looked at the clock, it was 7am. Becca probably wouldn't be up for another hour or so. I opened the kitchen and whipped up some French toast and cut up some fruit to put on top of it. When I was done I went and looked around the house for Becca. I couldn't find her upstairs, so I looked in the spare bedroom and she wasn't there either. I finally went into the living room and found her sprawled out on the couch. I walked up to her and threw a pillow at her face.

"Ehhhh." Becca groaned from under the pillow I threw at her.

"Get up, I made you food and it's like 8am now." I said while ripping the blankets off her body.

"Fiiiiine." Becca complained as she slide off the couch and trudged to the kitchen and sat on a stool.

"How do you even get yourself up for work when you don't stay here?" I asked as I slid Becca a plate while sitting down next to her.

"I really don't know Ashley, I have like 50 alarms and still barley get up." Becca laughed as I shook my head while smiling, taking a bite out of my food.

"So What are you doing today?" I asked while Becca smiled wildly.

"I'm going to help you get ready for that interview you have today, and make sure you get the job and no one else will even be considered...." Becca said as her words drifted off with a mischievous grin.

"You can't kill or hurt anyone if their applying too Becca." I said as I glared at her as she rolled her eyes.

"Well even though you've forbidden me to do that I guess plan B will work..." Becca said while taking a drink of her orange juice.