Triple H: *walking to the building*
Kim: *walking to the taxi*
Triple H: What's with a beautiful girl with that kind of face?
Kim: I um... I just got rejected by the company.
Triple H: What?
Kim: I lost my father the day of my wedding last week, and the very next day, my husband left and nevered returned home. I was told I was harassing Dean Ambrose because I thought he was my missing husband that I lost. *tries not to cry* All I wanted to do was talk to him and make sure he wasn't my husband that's been missing. *cries* I wanted this job because I thought that if I made it big on TV, he would find me instead. And even if that's him or not in this company with you guys, at least I got to know that there's another person who looks just like him that will make me strong. *wipes her tears* All I want is to find him again.
Triple H: *feels bad* Who said you couldn't get this job?
Kim: Mr. McMahon and his daughter.
Triple H: Stephanie?
Kim: Yeah, her.
Triple H: Well, congratulations, you got the job.
Kim: *looks at triple h* What?
Triple H: I'm the one making decisions on who to sign and who not to, not them. I don't know your story, but I believe that you can find your husband. And if you want to use us to find him, I am willing to give you that chance. Now you harassing Dean Ambrose, I'm gonna have you stay as far as away from him as possible ok.
Kim: *stares at triple h with tears* Ok. *smiles in tears*
Triple H: *hugs kim* C'mon, let's get you back in the building.
Kim: *walks back with triple h*
Triple H: Do you know the twins?
Kim: Actually, they're my childhood friends, I came with them, that's how it all started.
Triple H: Oh, well they can show you around. I got to talk to someone. *leaves*
Brie: What happened?
Kim: *smiles softly* I got the job.
Nikki: What? *smiles big* I'm so happy for you Kim. *hugs kim*
Brie: As a WWE Diva or?
Kim: I don't know, he didn't say.
Stephanie: You gave her the job!? What if it was you Paul!?
Triple H: Well, it wasn't me, so, I can't say it, but I already hired her.
Vince: Well, I would say no, but since you're the one making decisions, I guess it's ok then.
Stephanie: No! I want professional's working here Paul! Professional's!
Triple H: Don't judge her by her actions, she's lost her father last week and now looking for her lost husband, and I have faith in her that she will find him by being on screen.
Stephanie: She lost her husband?
Triple H: Yeah, that's why she's mistaken Dean Ambrose.
Stephanie: That must really suck.
Triple H: Yes, find her, call her in, and sign her. I want her working as a backstage interviewer. *walks off*
Kim: *talking with brie and nikki*
Stephanie: Kimberly, to the office right now.
Kim: *looks at the twins*
Brie: It'll be ok I'm sure.
Kim: *walks off*
Stephanie: Triple H told me what happened just now with you and him out there, and I am really sorry for your loss of your father and husband.
Kim: *smiles in tears* I guess I just missed him so much I thought Dean Ambrose was him. But now I know he's not him, and I don't think I will ever find him anymore. *cries* I just want to find him again.
Stephanie: Well Triple H gave you this job, and he wants you to work as a backstage interviewer. He says he has faith in you finding your husband.
Kim: *smiles in sadness*
Stephanie: Don't give up Kim, I also believe you will find him too. *smiles* And I'm sorry about earlier.
Kim: *cries* Thank you Stephanie.
Stephanie: *gives kim a hug*
Kim: *meets up with nikki and brie*
Nikki: What happened?
Kim: *smiles* I got signed and I'll be working as a backstage interviewer.
Nikki: That's not even enough for you to find your husband.
Kim: I know, but it's enough for me to be seen on TV.
Brie: That's right, it's better than not getting shown.
Dean: *walking backstage*
Kim: Um, Dean.
Dean: *looks at kim annoyed* What do you want.
Kim: Listen, I just want to apologize about before. I thought you were someone I knew, but you aren't. And I am ashamed and embarrassed of myself for it, so... sorry Dean.
Dean: *chuckles* Idiot. *walks off*
Brie: That was rude.
Kim: He's not my husband; my husband isn't rude like that.
Nikki: C'mon, let's go over here.