A/N - I was browsing through some books in the shop about a week ago and read the back of one. I didn't buy it in the end but I loved the idea behind it and this was born lol. I know I really shouldn't be starting another new story but this has been talking to me more than any of the others so I decided to just go with it. As well as Trips/Steph, this will also feature a couple of other familiar faces along the way. So here's the first chapter. Drop a few comments and let me know what you think. I should have the next chapter up soon!

"If we could just get that damn Michelson account we could get the Radcliff's on board and we'd be set."

"I completely agree, dad. Only problem is, Michelson is being a God damn bitch about everything."

"Oh, don't I know that! But we've dealt with worse. Once we get him, we can snag Radcliff and then we'll be set to expand into the West Coast and into that California market."

"I think it's great!"

The two men triumphed in their plan for a few seconds before noticing the woman currently sitting with her head in her hands on the couch in front of them. The elder of the two raised his eyebrow curiously. "Stephanie? What do you think?"

Stephanie McMahon gripped her hair a little tighter and sighed. She couldn't do this. She just couldn't do it anymore. Lifting her head and throwing her hands in the air, she got to her feet and looked her father right in the eye. "I don't know, dad. And what's more, I don't care."

Vince's nostrils flared in anger as he looked at his daughter with a face like thunder. "YOU DON'T CARE? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"

"Oh come off it, dad! I told you months ago that I needed a break. This company is taking over my life and I can't do it anymore. I've been working double time since Marissa got pregnant and Shane was off. I thought that things would get better now that he's back but no, you have even bigger plans and I just can't do it anymore, dad. I won't."

A look of understanding passed between the McMahon children that was completely lost on their father. Vince puffed out his chest defensively and started pacing around the room. "How is this company ever going to expand if it has no workforce? Just wait until your mother hears about this…."

"Mom already knows and she agrees," she sighed and then walked over to gently grasp his arm. "Dad, I really need a break. You're wearing me out with this. I haven't seen my friends in months, I haven't been on a date, I haven't had a day to just sit and do nothing. I need this," she pleaded with those big blue eyes, knowing that they would do the trick.

For the first time in a long time Vince actually looked at his daughter and saw what she was talking about. Despite her make-up, the black bags under her eyes were evident upon closer inspection and she just looked down right tired. He let out a small sigh and felt his resolve crumble. He glanced at the wall behind her for a second before looking back into her eyes. "You really need this?"

"Yes."

"Alright. Take whatever time you need."

Stephanie smiled and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "Oh thank you, dad!"

Vince grumbled a response as he hugged her back. "Just promise me that you aren't walking out on me for good?"

"Of course not! This company is in my blood. I guess I'll finish up today then?" At her father's nod, she smiled a relieved smile and headed for the door, determined to finish whatever the hell needed to be finished so she could get out of there and figure out what she was going to do for the next month or so. Just before she left the room however, she turned one more time and beamed at her father. "I really appreciate this, daddy. Thank you," she grinned, knowing that would make him smile and it worked to perfection. No matter how old she got she would always be his little girl.

Stephanie wormed her way through the various sweaty people exiting the room and grimaced. She hoped they were going back to take a shower. Finally bumping through the end of the seemingly endless barrage of people, she walked into the large bright room and spotted the blonde woman at the front talking to a tall man with black hair. "Trish!"

"Oh My God! Steph? What are you doing here?" Trish Cena exclaimed excitedly, completely ignoring the man in front of her and walking to her friend. She instantly pulled her into a fierce hug. "I haven't seen you in forever!" Quickly remembering herself, she hastily turned around. "Alan, we can finish this at the next class OK?"

"Sure," he shrugged before picking up his bag and walking out of the room. Trish's eyes followed him out for a few seconds before she turned her attention back to her friend. "So, what are you doing here? Gosh, it's so great to see you, Steph!"

"Well, I finally convinced my dad to give me some time off…."

Trish's eyes grew wide. "How in the hell did you manage that!"

"I just told him the truth. I need a break, Trish. And if I didn't get one I honestly think I would have gone insane."

"Thank God. I haven't seen you in months. Does this mean we are hitting the town this weekend?"

Stephanie grinned, her eyes twinkling in delight. "If you want to."

"Of course I want to! I actually finish early on Friday so we can go out for an early dinner and then hit the bars right after. Sound good?"

"It sounds perfect. Although, what about John?" the brunette asked curiously.

Trish waved her hand in the air dismissively. "He can have the guys around for poker or something. I'm sure he'll be thrilled." A small smile crossed her lips as she thought of her husband. No doubt he would be thrilled. And no doubt their house would be left smelling of cigar smoke the next day. Her nose screwed up for a few seconds until she noticed her friend staring at her strangely. "What?"

"You went all funny on me there," Stephanie laughed. "Anyways, I just wanted to catch you so we could set something up. I'll leave you to finish up here while I go shopping and buy myself something to wear for the weekend."

Trish instantly pulled her into another hard hug. "Yes! I'm so excited for this. I'll call you when I get home and we can talk some more, OK?"

"Perfect. Talk to you later!" Stephanie waved over her shoulder and side stepped the fresh batch of people who were obviously coming in for the next yoga class. She noticed the slender toned bodies of the various women surrounding her and briefly considered taking it up herself. Then she came back to her senses. She had seen the stuff Trish did in her classes. People just weren't meant to be that flexible! With a smile on her face, she walked onto the busy street and started making a mental plan of where to shop. This was the first chance she had had to shop in forever and she was fully prepared to do some damage.

Paul Levesque sighed as the heavy hotel room door slammed shut behind him. God damn he hated travelling. Even in first class he just never warmed to it. It was the cramped space he felt, that and the lack of fresh air. Letting out another sigh, he dragged his two huge suitcases over and dumped them at the side of the bed before doing the same with his smaller carry on. Packing up five years of your life into two suitcases wasn't an easy task. It had taken him numerous attempts over a three week period. Basically having one for his clothes and the other for all the crap he accumulated since moving out to California in the first place. He walked over to the large window overlooking the bright city lights and couldn't help but smile. He was a long way from LA now. There were no palm trees here not to mention the streets were grey, glum and wet. Suddenly, his cell phone buzzed against his hip and he pulled it out of the holder, groaning when he saw his mother's name flashing on the screen. His finger hovered over the answer button until he quickly decided against it and threw the phone on the bed. He loved her but she could wait until tomorrow. All he wanted to do now was get a shower, get something to eat and go to bed. But his phone started buzzing again only this time the noise was a lot shorter.

"Damn," he muttered to himself with a frown. But his frown quickly turned to a grin when he saw that he had received a text message from one of his best buddies, John Cena.

Welcome home man! First order of business? Poker night on Fri with the boys. Call me.

He smiled and nodded his head. A poker night sounded perfect to him. Throwing the phone back down, he tugged the tie from around his neck and headed for the bathroom. Everything else could wait.