A/N: Don't forget to tell me what you think on this one!


Paul was putting on his boots when Trish stormed into his locker room. She didn't look so happy.

"I can't believe that bitch!" she huffed.

"Who?" Paul asked, though he could figure out the answer already.

"None other than Stephanie fucking McMahon! Can you believe it? She'll be appearing on-screen next week! What did she do to get herself on-screen with a major storyline?" Trish scowled. Paul sighed.

"She's a McMahon. In case you forgot, she's the head of writers. She can do anything to the storylines," he said. Trish stared at him intensely.

"Oh, so I assume you already know about the storyline aren't you?" she asked with her venomous voice. He just shrugged.

"I know," he answered her simply. He had a meeting with Stephanie, Vince and the rest of the creative and they had discussed about the new storyline that eventually will become a major storyline that involved him and Stephanie.

"What else do you know about the storyline?" she asked. Paul sighed. Sooner or later she'll know.

"The creative…"

"You mean her?" she snapped.

"Yes, if that makes you happy! They are planning to make her as my… wife in the storyline,"

"Why didn't you tell me?!" she almost screamed. He frowned. He had never seen Trish like this before.

"Can you please calm down?" He sounded annoyed. Trish huffed and sat on the couch. Paul scratched the back of his head, thinking of the best sentence he could offer to his furious girlfriend right now. He walked towards Trish and bent his knees in front of her His hands rested on hers in her lap. Trish looked at him with anger expression on her face.

"Look," he began. Trish was staring at him intensely waiting him to continue.

"I don't think that's important…" he said.

"What? What the hell are you saying? You don't think that's important?!" she snapped furiously. She pushed his hands away and stood up. She walked a few steps to distant herself from him with her arms crossed.

"Trish," he said.

"Can't you see her intentions here? Ever since high school she always stole what's mine! I don't know what's so special about her that she always got what she wanted! And now she probably trying to steal you from me!" she exclaimed. Paul looked down. He wasn't going to defend Stephanie, he wasn't going to def…

"I should have known that slut came back here for some reason," she said.

"Don't call her that name," he said, his voice deepened. Trish was surprised by the hint of defensive in his voice.

"Paul, you don't know her like I do! She seduced and slept with my boyfriend when we were in high school. That little slut. She'll do that to you too!" she said. Paul's heart beat faster. No one talk about Stephanie like this, not in front of him. He felt his anger rising. Trish was so wrong. He knew the truth. Stephanie had told him the story between her, Trish and her boyfriend when they were a couple in the past. He trusted Stephanie, more than everything. If he showed his anger in front of Trish they won't solve anything.

"Trish, you're not being reasonable here," he said.

"I am not reasonable? In other words you are defending her now? Is she already sleeping with you?!" She exclaimed, but her expression changed as soon as she looked at him staring at her piercingly.

"You know what, talk to me when you're rational," he said through his clenched teeth and walked out of the room, leaving her speechless. She knew she shouldn't say that to him. He was her boyfriend, she should have trusted him. It was all her fault.


Stephanie was packing her things in her office to leave. The show went great. There was a segment where Vince announced that his daughter has come back to United States to work with him. And she will be appearing next week on tv. There was a knock on the door and before she could answer the door busted open and she saw Trish coming in.

"Oh, it's you. What can I do for you?" Stephanie smiled sarcastically. Trish walked towards her, her look was intensely intimidating, but Stephanie made no effort to back away from where she stood. Trish stood right in front of her.

"Save the nice talk Steph, you know well why I came here," Trish hissed. Stephanie shrugged, pretending like she had no idea.

"Enlighten me," Stephanie said. To see Trish's anger built up because of her somehow was a satisfaction to Stephanie. She loved driving her archenemy crazy.

"You in a storyline…" Trish said through her clenched teeth, unaware that her own fingers curled up into fists and quite ready to strike the woman in front of her.

"Yeah?"

"As my boyfriend's wife?" her voice was low and threatening.

"Uh-uh. It's good for business," Stephanie simply said.

"Like I would believe your pathetic excuses," Trish moved closer to her threateningly.

"Tell me Stephanie, what is exactly your intention having my boyfriend involved in the storyline," she asked. Her cold brown eyes met Stephanie's fearless blue eyes. Much to her annoyance, suddenly Stephanie laughed.

"Trish, Trish, Trish. You haven't change one bit at all! Still the same old silly little girl I've known," she said, traces of her laughter still in her voice. Trish let out a snarl.

"So are you. Still jealous of me, trying to steal what's mine aren't you?" she countered.

"Newsflash sweetie, I never stole anything from you," Stephanie said. Trish rolled her eyes.

"Yeah right, do you have amnesia or something because it was you who stole my boyfriend years ago?"

"I told you before, and I'll tell you again, I never stole that loser from you. But since you wanna keep dreaming that way, go ahead, I'm not stopping you," Stephanie said.

"But whether you realize it or not, it's you who work in MY family's company and I happen to be your boss," Stephanie voice was stern. Her blue eyes filled with anger as she stared Trish straight in the eye.

"So what are you gonna do? Fire me?" Trish challenged

"Unlike you I'm way reasonable. Otherwise I'm not qualified enough to be the boss not only in here, in Canada too. Concerning your boyfriend Trish, yes I did have intention… to make the business better, not for my own amusement. Though I must say it's pretty entertaining to see you get all hot and bothered like an idiot," Stephanie said with a wide smile spread across her face.

"One advice Steph. It'd be ugly if you mess with me," she said. Stephanie nodded.

"Thanks, I guess," she said sarcastically. Trish rolled her eyes and walked towards the door.

"Oh I got one advice for you too Trish," Stephanie said. Trish turned around.

"I really don't mind if you approached me 'politely' like what you did just now, but not in the office. Next time do it outside. Otherwise, it'd be ugly too. And unlike you, what I say goes," she glared at Trish threateningly.

"Whatever, bitch," Trish replied and walked out and closed the door violently. Stephanie took a deep breath. Bantering with Trish wasn't her favorite doings anymore. She had enough when they were teenagers. Not that she was willing to be Trish's friend, but she just didn't have the enthusiasm to fight with her anymore. She was tired. She thought after she was sent to Canada she could finally get rid of Trish forever in her life. But she met her again. And she was with Paul. Paul was never Trish's and Stephanie was going to make Paul realized that.

There was another knock on the door and the door was opened. She bit her bottom lip, ready for the next banter if it was Trish but her look soften when she saw him entered the room. From the look he gave her she could tell he was worried. She offered him a small smile, giving him a sign that she was alright.

"So uh, Paul, you come here for the next week's script? I have it somewhere, let me check for a while," she said, and immediately searching for the script through the piles of papers on her table. Paul buried his hands in his jeans pocket, walking towards her unsurely.

"Steph, you okay?" She looked at him. He was worried. His voice was so calm and gentle that it made her wanted to leap straight into his arms and kiss him senseless. She nodded reluctantly.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she smiled.

"I saw Trish came out from your office. What did she talk to you? Did she do anything to you?"

"No,"

"Steph,"

"She did nothing okay. I'm not scared of her empty threats or whatsoever. And like what I said to her just now, I have no intention of doing anything that makes your relationship on rocks," she said defensively. Okay, she did lie about the 'no intention' part, but she had to. They said everything is fair in love and war, so she did all this to fight for her love, for Paul. Paul frowned.

"You told her about us?" he asked her cautiously. His question broke her heart. He didn't want Trish to know. He didn't want to break Trish's heart. She didn't know why but she felt hot tears sting her eyes and she quickly blinked them back, successfully hiding them from Paul's eyes.

"No, I didn't so don't worry about that. Our secret is safe," she nodded with a plastered smile, trying so hard to cover her own sadness. Then she continued to look for his script on her desk.

"I'm worried about you," he confessed. She stopped, and looked at him.

"Me? You don't have to, really. Just worry about your girlfriend," she said. It killed her to say it.

"I guess I'm used to worry about you most of the time," he said. Oh, now he meant that she was fragile that he had to worry about her 24/7?

"Please, don't. I've grown up and trust me I took care of myself well for the past five years," she said bitterly. Paul sighed. Now he knew he had just offended her by his words though he didn't mean to.

"Steph, what I'm trying to say, I worry about you because I care about you," he said.

"Paul, I'm not your responsibility, and not your duty. We're over, you've made it so clear, and I respect your decision," she said. There she was, playing her game, using his own words to strike him back. She wanted Paul to realize that he needed her as much as she needed him. Paul nodded slowly. She was right. They were over. He shouldn't feel the need to save her and be her hero. It actually killed him that he actually had to let her go.

"And here, is your script," Stephanie handed the script to Paul and he took it reluctantly.

"Anything else you wanna ask or talk about? Because…" she looked at her watch.

"I have to meet Shane in about 5 minutes, so,"

"It's okay Steph, I'll uh, I'll read this script and give you the feedback later," he said.

"Alright," she continued packing her things ignoring Paul who was standing there looking at her attentively. Knowing that she probably didn't want him to be there any longer he walked out the door silently, and Stephanie paused when she heard the door closed. She rubbed her forehead, feeling guilty putting that kind of act in front of Paul earlier. She loved him. But if she didn't act like that she would probably screwed her plan to win his heart back. Her plan was pure simple. She wanted to be closer to him and at the same time she was acting all professional in front of him. She knew this will work, at least on him. She just have to wait a little to get the result of her little experiment.