After getting no immediate response, she raised her hand to knock again, but then the door opened.  Chief Morley noticed her standing there, his lips stretched into an obnoxious smile - one that was almost a smirk.

Amy felt like she needed a shower as she stepped into the room and past the man, who ogled her like she was filet mignon and he hadn't eaten in days.  She couldn't stand the man.

"Ah, Miss Dumas," the General Manager spoke.  He was seated behind his large oak desk, nearly engulfed by the mammoth size of the furniture.

The redhead thought it ridiculous for Bischoff to have such a desk.  It wasn't as though he were a king.  On the other hand, she knew the guy's ego - he probably likened himself to one.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, of course..."  He stood up and made his way over to her, and Amy felt extremely conscious of the fact that she was now in a closed room with both him and Morley... Not a comfortable feeling at all.

"We need you to be a compliant employee and go along with an angle, Amy..." the GM said.  He smiled condescendingly as he eyed her, cocking his head to one side as he did.

The redhead felt sick as she realized that Bischoff too was now checking her out - but what was worse was that he was doing so in an even more obvious fashion than was his right-hand man.

"What is it you want me to do?" she managed, trying her darndest not to appear uncomfortable.

"You're going to help Edge's transition from face to heel," the man replied.  "And you have to take a dangerous bump to do it..."

"I always take dangerous bumps," she reminded him, and she whipped her head around to her other side as she suddenly became aware of hot breath on the side of her neck.  That damn asshole Chief Morley was suddenly very close to her, and he was breathing on her - it almost appeared that he'd been perhaps trying to smell her hair.  She gave him a dirty look and took an instinctive step away.  Schmuck...

"Be that as it may," the GM continued, "I have a very specific method in mind.  Lita and Edge will team up in an intergender tag team table match at the very next pay-per-view against the team of Chris Jericho and Victoria."

"Okay..." the redhead said, nodding.  "I understand...and I'm cool with that."

"There isn't going to be a clear-cut winner in this match," Eric elaborated.  "Because at the end of it, Edge will be putting you through a table..."

Amy blinked in surprise.  This definitely wasn't your average, every day contest.  And normally, when there was a table match, it involved at least one of the Dudleys.  Not this time...

"How is that going to happen?" she questioned.  She'd gone through tables on a couple of occasions before - once when the Dudleys had powerbombed her through one way back when she'd been managing Essa Rios - he'd teamed up with Eddy Guerrero in the contest, and Guerrero's then girlfriend, Chyna, had had a beef with Lita - and one other time a few short months later, when Trish Stratus had shoved her off the top of a ladder into a table.  That one had hurt - because, unlike the first incident, she hadn't gotten any cushioning of any kind.  Nope - no Bubba Ray Dudley to soften the blow by taking the majority of the bump with his ass...

"Maybe we'll have him suplex you into a table...or maybe he'll just haphazardly toss you into it..." Bischoff said, looking thoughtful as he spoke.  To the redhead, he seemed to have an evil gleam in his eye.

Amy was starting to lose her patience and was getting annoyed with the man's obvious enjoyment.  It was quite evident that he was really looking forward to this 'event,' and she wondered why.

"Of course, all of this is going to take place after you get a royal beating from Victoria...and Jericho will have you in the Walls before it as well..."

The diva reached up with one hand to pinch the bridge of her nose as she listened to him.  She'd already been aggravated before this meeting thanks to Matt Hardy, but now she was really going to lose it.  If she had to stand here much longer and listen to him...

"Fine - whatever," Amy said as she lowered her hand, unconsciously clenching it into a fist.  She glared at him, not bothering to conceal her contempt of the man.  He was power-hungry, and drunk with power.  He liked to throw his weight around and bully those beneath him in terms of job stature.  So be it... She would do what he wanted, but she, Adam, Chris and Lisa Marie Varon would work out all the nitty-gritty details of this match.  There was nothing Bischoff could do to prevent that.

Finally, as both the General Manager and Chief Morley grinned at her like the idiots that they were, she spoke again.

"Am I excused?  I do have a match to prepare for..."

"Yeah, get going..."  The GM made a sweeping gesture with one hand, arm outstretched.  The grin was still on his face, which sickened the redheaded diva.

As she made a beeline for the door, Amy made a face of disgust.  She was relieved when she stepped outside the office, her steps quick as she returned to the women's locker room.