Kendra’s mouthed opened to respond when she was cut off by an “Excuse me.” in a commanding tone, followed by the unmistakable hurried clacking of heels against linoleum. It was an approaching woman’s voice that had come from behind Fiona. Kendra looked past her partner, her initially inquisitive expression quickly morphing to one of concerned surprise. It was Diana Deguara, lead producer of No Mercy Wrestling and the daughter of the NMW GM, Antonio Deguara. Diana walked toward the two former NMWW prospects with a stern look on her makeup-caked face. The Deguara heiresses’ brisk way of walking just [i]radiated[/i] purpose and power. So much so that Kendra seemed to almost involuntarily snap to attention beside Fiona, arms at her side and chin high like a private before a drill instructor. Fiona and Kendra had not actually met Diana directly, this being their very first face-to-face with her. Kendra’s heart pounded like a drum at this prospect.

Diana came to a sharp stop mere inches from Fiona and Kendra, the near melodic clack of her black Cesare Paciotti shoes ceasing. The executive woman’s hazel-green eyes were like lasers reflecting through her thin glasses as she gave both halves of Defiant Dream a calculative once over. She was almost Kendra’s height, though anyone that looked down could credit that to her shoes. Diana had a clipboard tucked under her left arm and in her right hand she held her iPhone, the newest model. 

“They told me you two were back here,” Diana said in a flat businesslike monotone, her eyes fixating on Fiona, “I had something I wanted to personally talk about with you.”