Over an hour of preparation had led up to this point. Stephanie McMahon was finally happy with her hair, her make up and her light grey suit. She was ready to return to work. Due to her serious mental health issues and the lengthy recovery process that was in truth still not complete in addition to her pregnancy and then taking further leave to be with baby Luisa it had been well over a year since Stephanie had been into WWE headquarters.

That was still to come but right now the next thing to do was present herself to her husband. She walked down the stairs and then into the living room and she was glad to see that Luisa was happily feeding from the bottle that Anna, their nanny was holding. Anna was a real star and all of the kids loved her. Stephanie had to admit that Paul had definitely been right to hire her. It had been difficult to see someone else looking after her kids as first but without the help Stephanie's recovery from illness coupled with her pregnancy would have been so much harder.

Stephanie's three elder daughters and her husband had all turned to look at her as she entered the room, interrupted their final preparations to leave for the school run. They girls all looked so adorable with their winter coats and hats on as Paul asked them, "Do we think mommy looks great?"

There came a loud chorus of positive responses and the youngest of the girls ran over for a hug. Stephanie picked her daughter up and held her as she was asked the question, "Mommy going back to work?"

"Yes sweetheart," Stephanie kissed Vaughn. "Mommy is going back to work. That means you have to be a good girl for Anna after school until mommy comes home. Can you do that?" It would only be Stephanie who came home from the office as Paul would be away for that night's Raw.

"Yes," Vaughn assured her. Stephanie pretended to ask the next question in secret but everyone else heard it as intended, "Do we think the others will be good too?" Stephanie watched Paul try not to laugh at the response.

"Not Lulu." Vaughn would only refer to her baby sister in this way, flatly refusing even attempt to say her name correctly. Apparently crying was viewed as not being good.

With a look at his watch Paul urged, "Right, everyone in the car but no running." Stephanie set Vaughn down on the floor and the girls studiously walked from the room carrying their school bags. As soon as they were out of the room and out of sight frantic running footsteps could be heard along the hallway as the girls raced to be first to the car. Paul laughed again as he looked at his wife who was heading over to say goodbye to Luisa, "I bet you were just like that."

Stephanie bent down and kissed her baby daughter in Anna's arms, "I'll miss you today baby girl." Then she spoke to Anna, "Call me if anything happens." Today would be the first time Stephanie had been apart from the newest addition to the family aside from her trips to her therapy sessions and marriage counselling. At least the second of those was a thing of the past now.

"Don't worry Steph, we'll be fine. Won't we Lulu?" Vaughn's name for her baby sister was starting to stick already.

Stephanie smiled at Anna and then walked back over to Paul and beamed at him as she responded to his previous statement. "I was not. I've always been a good girl."

Paul chuckled as he followed his wife out of the living room, giving a wave to Anna as he did so. "If I've ever heard a statement further from the truth than that I don't remember it," he said playfully.

Before walking through the already opened front door Stephanie turned around and admitted, "I'm nervous Paul and I don't like leaving Luisa."

"You'll be fine and Lu will definitely be fine with Anna," Paul said as he gave his wife a kiss. "Don't stress yourself okay?" He finished with another kiss which his wife returned for a few seconds with a soft moan of pleasure before they were interrupted by their eldest daughter's sarcasm from the doorway.

"Shall we just stay off school?"

Stephanie laughed as she turned and walked out of the door and directed her question to Paul, "I suppose you're going to try and say that comes from me too huh?"

After collecting his case from near the bottom of the stairs Paul walked out of the house and closed the door behind him with another laugh, "No the sarcasm is me, I'll have to admit to that." He walked to the car with a smile on his face. This was how things used to be before Stephanie's mom had died. Life had been hell for the whole family for various reasons since then but now thanks to their marriage counselling and Stephanie's therapy they had finally succeeded in putting it all behind them.

Paul knew that the first day back at work would be very stressful for his wife after such a lengthy absence so for that reason he had instructed everyone to go about their business as usual and not to make a fuss over Stephanie's return. He had also worked a lot of overtime the previous couple of weeks to make sure that Stephanie returned to very little backlog of work.

They chatted away happily as they entered the building and walked through the lobby and entered the elevator. As the elevator rose Paul said, "Well it's a lot later than expected but you're President now Steph."

Paul was secretly pleased to see his statement get the reaction he hoped for as wife cringed. "No Paul, Chairwoman. President is just... no."

"Okay then," he smiled. "Chairwoman it is. Now remember if anything gets too much today come find me and I'll help you or take you home, whatever you need. Don't push yourself too hard too early. You know what your therapist told you about stress setting you back." He could not help imagining what kind of reaction saying that would have delivered the last time Stephanie had been in this building. Certainly it would have been a lot different to the one he got now as the elevator doors slid open.

"Thank you," Stephanie said. "I'm sure I'll be okay but if not I'll let you know."

The top floor was quiet as they walked along the hallway past the small office that had once belonged to Nikki Bella. Stephanie glanced through the window and saw that it now belonged to a young guy who she had never seen before. There had been a lot of changes while she had been away from the place that was for sure but as of now she was the Chairwoman of WWE and Paul was CEO. Someone had been brought in to fill Paul's old position, that would be someone else to get to know and get used to working with.

Paul had opted to return to his old office today, now that he was no longer Acting Chairman and as they reached it he reminded his wife again, "Come find me if you need me."

Stephanie reached up and gave him a delicate kiss on the cheek. "I will. Love you."

With that Stephanie walked on towards her own office, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out slowly as she did so. It was very important to try not to get too stressed today. As she walked into the outer office she was greeted by someone familiar to her. "Good morning Mrs. McMahon. Welcome back."

Stephanie gave one of her kindest smiles which was very refreshing to the woman sitting behind the secretary's desk. "Hi Lucy, great to see you, and great to be back."

Right, now that that's done I've got a lot to get off my chest. Where should I start? There are so many things I've had to suffer through. So much indignity I've had to suffer. I guess we'll start with with the first one that springs to mind but don't worry we're going to cover everything, every last thing I suffered. Okay, here we go.

I managed to hide my contempt and total disgust as I looked at the fat middle aged woman with greasy black hair sitting opposite me across the table in the corner of the diner that I had applied for a job in. The place was a shit hole and the job was obviously beneath me but I the needed work, well I needed the money anyway. I had spent almost everything that I managed to draw out from the bank when I ran from WWE on my new identity. I was now Gemma Bradley, I guess I still am. Let's be honest I'll never be Nikki Bella again will I? Anyway I was was left with this, a god damned minimum wage job in a diner. It was embarrassing and it was unfair. I forced myself to listen to the woman as her irritating deep voice droned, "It's minimum wage and I'm not promising how many hours I can give you but if you want the job it's yours."

At least I'm a good actor. As I considered whether doing the five years in prison might have actually been a better option than this I managed a smile which must have looked genuine, "Thank you, I'll take it. When do I start?" I watched as a smile appeared on the ugly fat bitches face as she said, "Right now. After I get you your uniform you can change and then there's a toilet backing up in the women's bathroom, you can get on that."

Somehow I managed not to let the horror appear on my face as I felt sick. I said, "Right," but I don't understand how I resisted the temptation to tell her to fuck herself. My new boss lumbered to her feet and told me to follow her. We went in the back and into the shitty little staff room. She found a uniform that was close to my size and left so that I could change into it.

I hated that uniform, why the fuck they thought that it looked good I'll never know. It was a hideous shade of yellow and the design was awful. I hated every second that I had to wear it. At least there was no mirror in there for me to see myself in it. I think I may have been tempted to kill myself then and there with the shame of it if I had. I walked back out into the diner and my so called boss screamed across the diner from behind the counter at another staff member, "Hey! Show Gemma here where the cleaning supplies are."

I mumbled under my breath, "Why me? What the fuck did I do to deserve this?" Another person with greasy hair approached me. I have no idea what was wrong with taking a shower before going to work but apparently something was for these people. This time it was a guy who looked like he was about twenty eight feet tall but he still probably weighed the same as me. I've never seen anyone so disgustingly thin in my life and his skin was pale. I found out later that his name was Ryan and I hated that sarcastic, patronising son of a bitch with a passion. That was all to come later though. He told me to follow him and I did, trying not to look like I'd rather drink my own piss.

He led me across the diner which hardly had any customers in it even though it was early and people should have been in to eat breakfast. Mind you who would want to eat in a place like that? Anyway I was led across the diner and through the door to the bathrooms. The guy handed me the key to the door with staff only printed on it. It was pretty obvious that it was staff only, it was locked for fuck's sake. Who else would be able to go in there? This was evidently where they stored cleaning supplies and the guy said, "Enjoy."

What I would have enjoyed was punching him in the face but sadly I couldn't do that. Ryan had wandered back to whatever pointless task he had to do and this left me to do mine, clean some shit out of a toilet. I already felt sick as I picked up a bucket full of cleaning supplied and walked into the women's bathroom. At least it was empty and at least there was a pair of rubber gloves to use. They were the same hideous yellow as my uniform and they looked ridiculous on someone like me but there was no way I was going to go near someone else's shit without them.

I followed the smell to the blocked toilet and when I looked into it I gagged. Some vile animal had jammed a bunch of toilet paper in there and it looked like someone else had proceeded to take a shit on top of it. I flushed it with water a few times hoping that it would go away but it didn't. I had to keep waiting for the water to go down before trying again and I thought that maybe I could just stand there doing that all day until it went away. It wasn't working so I realised that I was going to have to do something else and there was no plunger to use so I had to put my hand in and dig out the toilet paper. How I wasn't sick I will never know. It was the most disgusting and humiliating thing I had ever done in my life and I'll never forget it.

And it was your fault Stephanie! Just because you didn't keep your stupid mouth shut! You think you're life is tough? It's a fucking bed of roses compared to mine you bitch!