Identity Theft
TITLE: Identity Theft Prologue? R
AUTHOR: Juliet3:16
EMAIL: R
CONTENT: VIOLENCE, ADULT LANGUAGE
CATEGORY: ADULT, ANGST, DRAMA
SPOILERS: Shortly after SummerSlam 2000
SUMMARY: Identity theft turns several lives upside down.
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the people in this fic, please don't sue.
DISTRIBUTION: WWOMB
Identity Theft
Prologue
January 2001
She walked into the bar, trying not to gag at the smell of smoke created by cigarettes, cigars, and other substances. She paid no mind to the leering glares from the men in the place (and a few of the women). She had been used to it in her previous lines of work, including her last job. That was gone now.
All because of one vengeful, jealous shrew who had fired her and every other woman in the company. She was pissed.
She was also a woman on a mission.
Roaming her eyes through the crowd, she found the person she was looking for. He was as described: A well - built man in his late 20's - early 30's. Aside from the slightly different physical dimensions and spiky black hair, he looked almost exactly what she was wanting.
'Perfect,' She thought.
Walking with a confidence that her past gave her, she strode to the man's table and sat down without asking for an invitation, even going so far as to put her feet on the table. The man looked up at her with mild annoyance.
"You need something?" he asked.
"Yeah, you," she said simply.
The man raised his dark eyebrows, but didn't have a look of outrage. She took her feet off the table.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in getting in your pants," she said, playing a smirk on her face, "how would you like to be rich beyond your wildest dreams without lifting a finger?"
He leaned close to her
"I'd say: tell me more?"
She laid out her plan of greed and revenge to him; outlining her firing and her method of striking back at the company that let her go. She left out her methods of getting her hands on the money they needed. She wanted to protect her few friends she had left if things went sour.
The man regarded her for a moment. Then he rewarded her with a smirk of his own.
"I say, you got yourself a partner," he held his hand out, which she returned to seal their new partnership.
"So you got a name I can call you or something?"
The woman ran her hand through her newly dyed brown hair with an eggagerated air of self - importance that she'd spent months practicing.
"You, she answered with a sultry smile, "May call me Stephanie McMahon - Helmsley.."
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