"I can't believe you just came out and told her like that," Naomi said to Cameron as they both watched Trish storming across the lobby of the hotel towards the elevators.

Cameron shrugged, "You figure there's a nice way to tell someone that their husband is screwing some slut? I think she suspected anyway, she didn't exactly question me in much detail did she?"

Both women walked into the restaurant to get breakfast. After they had made coffee for themselves and picked out the food that they wanted they sat at a table to eat. After a couple of minutes of silence as they ate Naomi asked eagerly, "Are you still calling Molinaro? Please tell me you are?"

Cameron sipped her coffee, "I don't suppose you want to? I told Trish..."

"Not a chance. It was your idea, you can do it," Naomi said with a laugh.

Cameron looked at her phone and saw that it was almost nine am. In her experience the best thing to do when you were not looking forward to doing something was to just do it as quickly as possible and get it behind you. The longer you left it the worse it became. With a look of determination she said, "Fine. If I'm doing it I'm doing it now. She'll be in before nine I bet."

Naomi made no verbal response but her smile was reflected in her eyes. Paul and Stephanie were going to get what was coming to them now, that was for sure.

Laura Molinaro did not like to start they day in a bad mood but today it was unavoidable. She had walked into her office ten minutes before nine am as she did every morning and her secretary was not at her desk where she should have been. Even worse there was no cup of strong black coffee ready and waiting on her own desk. The useless woman was late again, for the second time this month. What was complicated about the instruction to be in the office no later than eight thirty and to have coffee ready and waiting fifteen minutes later? This had led to Paul's secretary being barked at to make coffee and barking at people this early in the morning was not something that Laura liked to do, it just started the day off on the wrong tone. Even worse was the fact that it had been undeserved which meant that an apology was owed and apologising to people was something she liked to do even less.

Now as she checked her watch she saw that it was almost nine and the secretary was still not in. This was going to be the second warning, there would not be a third. At least the coffee had arrived a few minutes earlier and Laura sipped it and savoured it's strength as she checked out a popular news website on her computer. Coffee and getting up to date on the news was the only civilised way to start a day.

Then the phone began to ring.

Laura closed her eyes and her jaw tightened a little as she drew in a breath and held it in a final attempt to keep her temper under control. After all there was no one to explode at anyway, where was her fucking secretary? Now she was going to have to answer this call herself and in any case who would be calling her office before nine am and how had they been connected? For what possible reason? Snatching up the phone Laura made no attempt to hide her irritation, "Laura Molinaro."

The voice sounded nervous, as well it should, "Uh... good morning, this is Cameron, I'm here with Naomi. Uh... we work... we're in the divas division."

Laura closed her eyes again and curled her toes up to desperately fight her rising anger and started to absently play with her expensive fountain pen in her free hand, one of several obvious tells to those who knew her that signified that she was approaching meltdown. Hiding her emotions and especially controlling her temper were definitely not strengths of character that she was blessed with, "I know who you are," she almost hissed.

The voice continued to ramble nervously, "Uh... right. I hope I'm not interrupting?"

"You are," Laura clarified with the incredible irritation still obvious in her voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Uh... I have a complaint to make... please?"

Laura wondered if this was this for real. Surely she was on camera and this was all being done just to push her buttons? A call and an interruption at this time of the morning for something as trivial as this? Even worse it was not even directed to the correct person. Since when were complaints made directly to the Chairwoman of the company? This on top of everything else that had already happened this morning and people really wondered why she had a short fuse?

Considering herself to have the patience of a saint and feeling proud of herself for the achievement she took a second before exploding into a furious rant and managed to summon what little self control she was capable of at times of intense irritation such as this. Her husband called it hotheadedness but it was easy for him to say, not having to deal with this kind of idiocy every day. When she spoke she even came close to not barking, "Talk to Paul Levesque, he's talent relations. You know that as well as..."

Being interrupted in full flow was not something that happened to Laura very often but right now it did, "My complaint is about Paul Levesque."

This generated a reaction. Laura sat up straighter in her chair and took a second to compose herself and calmly place the pen back on the desk as her rage subsided. She ran a hand through her jet black hair and almost with too much interest now she said kindly with a strange little smile on her face, "I'm listening."

Paul had enjoyed his long, hot shower and had just finished dressing himself and fixing his hair. He smiled at himself in the mirror, he looked great in his light blue shirt and black pants. In fact he looked immaculate. Now it was time to go join Trish for breakfast. She had tried to yell through the bathroom door for him to hurry but he had yelled back that she could go alone if she was so eager. Wife or not no woman was going to order him around. He would take as long as he wanted in the shower. He certainly needed a long relaxing shower after his exertions of the previous night. This situation with Trish and Stephanie might end up becoming a lot of work.

Now that he was happy with his appearance Paul picked up his phone from the table and turned towards the door to leave the room. That was when things started to happen quickly. Firstly he heard someone opening the door of the room, then the door flew open and he saw his wife storming in right towards him with a look of boiling rage on her bright red face. Before he could ask what was wrong with her she was hitting him and screaming at him that he was a bastard and a piece of shit.

As he fended off her blows he demanded, "What the fuck? What's wrong with you? What..."

Trish screamed, "Don't fucking what me you bastard! You and Stephanie fucking McMahon! You fucked her didn't you? Admit it!"

Paul quickly feigned confusion, "What are you talking about?" His mind was racing. How the hell did she know? Surely Stephanie hadn't told her? The bitch couldn't be that stupid surely? What other explanation could there be? More importantly how could he get away with it now that the secret was out? Fuck, that was a tough one.

Trish was still screaming, "Last night you bastard! You went and fucked that slut and then you came back in here and fucked me too! Didn't you? Admit it!"

"Who has been feeding you this bullshit?" Paul demanded angrily figuring that acting angry had worked last time and he had to try something.

Trish rained some more blows down on him, "Don't bother lying you son of a bitch! I already suspected you and last night you were seen! You and Stephanie together! You were seen you bastard!"

Shoving Trish away Paul yelled, "Stop fucking hitting me you bitch..."

Trish's face had gone bright red and tears streamed down her cheeks now as she screamed even louder, "Bitch?! I'm a bitch?! I've loved you since the first time we met!" Her sobs took over and her voice trailed off as she said, "I thought we would be together forever and you've fucking cheated on me. Haven't you?"

It was obvious to Paul that the game was up. Either Stephanie had told Trish or her story was true and someone really had seen them, either way he was fucked. There was no reason not to admit it now so he simply said, "Yes. I made a mistake. It meant nothing..."

"Fuck you Paul. I want a divorce you bastard. You came back and fucked me right after you fucked her. I'm going to be sick. Never come near me again, ever," Trish sobbed as she raced out of the door.

At that exact moment Paul's phone started to ring. He was still holding it in his hand so he angrily looked at who was calling and it stopped him in his tracks as he headed for the door to go after Trish. Laura Molinaro, and she was calling from her cell phone and at this time of the morning too. What the hell was this now? He decided to take the call and give Trish a few minutes to cool off. He took a deep breath to compose himself and was impressed with the result as he answered, "Good morning Laura."

Anger was clear in the voice on the other end of the call and it was a lot more intimidating than Trish's as he heard a growled order, "Get your ass back to the office, and I do mean now. And bring Trish with you, at least one of you is getting fired today for sure."

"What?" Paul asked in near shock but he had wasted his breath, the call had already been ended. Paul closed his eyes for a few seconds as his head began to spin. What the hell had just happened in the last two minutes? Trish had said that she wanted a divorce and now he had to go find her and tell her that they had to hurry back to the office to get chewed out for something and he didn't even know what it was. Whatever it was Laura was fuming about it. Fucking perfect.

And who was Laura trying to kid anyway? 'One of you is getting fired'. Trying to intimidate him again, that's what this was about. He lied to himself that there was no way that was going to happen, the stupid bitch. It was obvious that Trish would be the one to get fired, that had been obvious the previous night in the office. Paul sauntered out of the hotel room and the arrogant smirk returned to his face as he decided that he didn't care if Trish had said she wanted a divorce, fuck her. She needed him more than he needed her. She would quickly come running back to him for help when Laura fired her ass a few hours from now.