A/N: This section is intended to be Vince's flashback. I apologize for not using italics…but they look plain icky on my screen ;) It's intended to take place a few days after his "meeting" with Victoria.

If he had to purposely weaken his business' stance on the impending negotiations, Vince didn't care. His child's maternal grandfather had condescended to bring his youngest daughter, Victoria, along for the "holiday", and inwardly, he couldn't be happier. Having been afforded but a precious few opportunities to see the child, the summer storms which had delayed their return to Calgary was worth more to him than any bank deposit he could make.

It struck him that even as a toddler, the little girl, HIS little girl had acted so well and proper. While Vince found it a trial to have her brother and sister around when he was "conducting business", for fear of, what some may term, normal brother/sisterly behavior and/or demands for his attention, this child simply sat in the corner with her stuffed rabbit observing all the activity around her. At four years old, his mind told him that Victoria couldn't begin to comprehend the business that was conducted around her, yet still she watched. Sometimes he could swear that Victoria was more interested than her 17 year old brother—the future heir to the family dynasty.

The meetings endured for hours upon end—yet there sat his little girl, neatly tucked out of the way, with the beloved bunny. Even his wife, the child's stepmother, had shown an attachment. His son and some friends had been attempting to play football on the massive back lawn—even as it started to sprinkle. The smell of freshly baked cookies, grabbed the collected attention of the businessmen. It was Saturday afternoon. Stephanie and Linda had evidentially been hard at work in the kitchen baking. Vince would have thought that any typical, little girl would have squealed with delight to join the other women, if not to make a mess. However, when Victoria had answered "dunno, Thank Few", shirking to her Grandfather's side to his wife's entreaties that she might "have more fun" with them, a part of him was glad. Even if the overwhelming majority felt that she should be hanging onto HIM and not her "Pawpaw".

Perhaps he was mistaken, Shawn noted as poured himself a cup of coffee and noted the absent minded expression on the mighty Chairman's face. Vince had wanted to see Shawn, which, for some reason or other, Shawn instinctively knew wasn't related to work issues. How long had he been sitting like that? Ever since Victoria had quit—about two and a half weeks ago, Vince hadn't been acting right. Even the evil, "Mr. McMahon" character had suffered a bit. Backstage, while he ruled with an iron fist, he had become somewhat of a recluse, secluding himself to the confines of his office whenever possible. Even when the occasion forced him from hibernation, Vince's conversation had been strictly limited to business. Shawn hunkered down in the chair, for what he felt was going to be a long, hard chat. How Father and Daughter could be so like each other and not even know it puzzled him.