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With that, all four energetically walked out of my office excitedly awaiting the upcoming weeks. As I returned to my desk, my door opened slightly as Amy's head timidly peeked into my office. "Yes." "Um, I was wondering if I could talk to you in private for a minute," her voice slightly quivering as her dainty hand clutched the doorknob. "Yeah sure, what's the problem?" I asked as I reclined in my chair. "Well, it's like this," she closed the door behind her and I heard the familiar click of the lock, "I want to be a WWF superstar more than you know." My mind began to race as this alluring woman with exotic hazel eyes and a bold dragon tattoo on her right shoulder walked right up to me with a very determined and self-assured look on her face.
"To be honest Amy, there are millions of people out there who want to be WWF superstars, only a select few actually make it," I replied while clearing my throat and wiping my brow. She now stood directly in front of me, behind my desk. "But none of those millions of people are willing to work for the opportunity to be a star like I am."