A/N: Uh…I really should be sleeping. I'm posting this now because I don't think I'll be able to come home tonight in between my jobs, so yeah…but I'm bringing along the last chapters of "The Billion Dollar Princess Diaries," "Canadian Blondes Have More Fun," "Wrestling Royalty," and "The Straight Edge of the Rainbow" to see if I can work on them in my sweet new Little Mermaid notebook. It's a Tuesday night, so NO ONE will be at Miller Park or the casino. Word.

Shane McMahon knocked on the door of his father's office.

"Come in," the older man grumbled from inside his office.

Shane carefully opened the door, poking his head inside. He knew that his father was a busy man and often forgot that he could only handle one issue at a time. More often than not, Vince would be in the middle of an important meeting or conference call and still allow someone to come in and distract him, much to the chagrin of whomever he was dealing with first.

Vince appeared to be ready and available to talk to his son. His computer monitor was turned off, he was not on the phone, nor was he working on any paperwork. In fact, he was leaning back in his plush desk chair with his feet up on the desk, enjoying a good book. Vince looked up to see his son as his guest. He quickly placed his bookmark in between the pages that he left off on and removed his feet from the desk surface. He removed his reading spectacles and stood up to walk over to his son. "Shane, my boy, what can I do for you today?"

"Hey, dad. Um…are you aware that Trish Stratus is in the building tonight?" Shane asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Who do you think invited her, son?" Vince chuckled, greeting his son with a gentle hug.

"Why didn't you tell me she was going to be here?" Shane wondered.

"Why are you so concerned with the matters of Trish Stratus? I invited her here since we were in the area. She left the company on good terms. It's the least I can do for her after everything she's done for us," Vince explained.

"I, um…" Shane stammered, not knowing how to answer his father's question. "Well, thank you, dad. I think I have to find Stephanie and fire some people."

"Good work, son. You're really learning from me," Vince smiled, even though he was completely joking. He knew he only fired people that needed to be let go, and the fans always took it the wrong way. In reality, Vince wasn't a bad guy. He was actually quite nice and respectful. He just enjoyed playing a son of a bitch on television.

"Thanks, Dad. I really appreciate that," Shane said sarcastically through his teeth, but his father didn't notice. He already picked his novel back up and was continuing to read it where he left off, resuming to lean back with his feet on the desk.

"Trish! Wait up!" Mickie called, leading the group jogging down the hallway to catch up with Trish.

Trish was still a bit ahead of them, but she was able to hear Mickie yelling to her. She turned around but still walked backwards, wanting to get out of the building as soon as possible. "Mickie, Shawn, John, Randy, it was great seeing you all, but I really need to go…"

"It was Shane, wasn't it?" Shawn asked out of nowhere.

Trish stopped in her tracks.

"I, um…Look, Shane has nothing to do with this. I assure you," Trish promised, still walking backwards. "I really do need to leave. I love you all and everything, but I'm done with wrestling. I don't think I can ever come back anymore, not even to visit. I really hate to leave you all like this, but I'm sure I'll see you again someday…" Trish finished, and turned around to leave. Instead of just walking, she actually ran in her heels out of the building to escape her past.

"I am going to kill Shane McMahon," Shawn mumbled, much to the shock of the younger wrestlers around him. Shawn cracked his knuckles and headed in the other direction, and Mickie started to cry.

"Mickie, don't cry," John said, pulling her into a hug. "Trish will get over this. She'll be back, don't worry."

Shawn heard what John had said and then violently turned around. "Isn't anybody going to go after her?"

Randy looked back and forth between Shawn, John, and Mickie. Shawn looked like he had to be somewhere, or at least was going somewhere, and John looked too preoccupied with calming Mickie down.

Randy shrugged and said, "I'm your man."

Randy headed towards the parking lot, racking his brain for what he would say to Trish. He saw the blonde woman fumbling with her keys next to her car. "Come on, fucker, open the fuck up…" she was saying to herself, clearly still in distress.

"Trish, can I talk to you for a moment?"

A/N: I'm trying to decide if I should tell you if Vince is going to be good or bad in this story. But how about you guys guess?

Oh, Mickie and John are NOT getting together. If you think that, I suggest you go and reread the first chapter...

Next chapter: Randy and Trish talk, and Shawn confronts a certain someone…