Yes, Mr. McMahon.

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Reagan's POV:

For days now I've put in countless applications in for jobs. I have always waited for just one to call me back but no luck. But, then I see that WWE is hiring. It pays pretty good, better than my other job. I click on the application and fill it out before I hit the send button. Crossing my fingers that I get this job.

Later that day I went to the gym just to take my mind off of getting this job. I went back to my apartment and my phone rings. I didn't recognize the number so I wonder who it is.

" Hello?" I said taking a seat on my couch.

" Hello, is this Miss. Ramirez?." A Mans voice said on the other line.
" Yes this is her." My heart raced, maybe this is the job I applied for.

" I called to ask you to come in tomorrow at 6:00 am for an interview. I want to ask you a series of questions but not on the phone. So are you willing to come?."

" Yes, of course." I recognize that voice but I can't really make out who it would be.

" Great, see you then Miss Ramirez. Bye."

" Bye."

I screamed happily internally, maybe I got the job once I do this interview. I went to bed early so I could get up to go for this very important interview.