'You've been crying off and on for a week. If you don't pull yourself together you're going to make yourself sick.' Sasha said cradling her boss in her arms as she rocked her back and forth.
Stephanie looked up with tear stained red eyes. 'I miss him so much.'
Sasha leaned over and grabbed more kleenex. 'You're a mess right now.'
'When I'm at home I can pretend like everything's fine, but at work and here. He's a step away and I can't talk to him. We awkwardly stare at each other as I stumble over the words to discuss his matches.' She sobbed into Sasha's shoulders. 'I don't even know if he cares at all.'
'That kind of stuff is going to happen when you have sexual relations with someone you work with. But you shouldn't be crying over it.' Sasha wiped at her bosses tears. 'Tonight is a big night for Roman and you don't want him to see you crying over him. You're stronger than that.'
She straightened up and grabbed a water bottle. She sounded like her old auntie after two cartons of cigarettes. 'I just wish you were wrong about him.'
Sasha ran her hand through her pink hair and put on her sunglasses. 'I wish I was wrong too.' She got up and walked to the door of Stephs office. 'I've got to kick someones ass backstage, but stay here, when I return i'll come baring chocolate.' Sasha gave Stephanie her best girl smile.
She could only muster a half-smile. 'Sure.'
Sasha stepped out into the hall. She had some time before she had to find that loser Dana. Instead she needed to confront Roman and find out once and for all if she was wrong or right. She had to do it for Steph's sake. Besides she had a dog sniffing nose and she could spot a playa from a mile away. She adjusted the rings on her fingers. 'If I was Roman where would I be?'
She opted to check the locker room first, but only found Enzo. At any other time she would probably entertain his shenanigans, but she was a woman on a mission. So she blew Enzo a kiss to leave him sweating, before heading off to the men's costume department. She stepped outside into the hot Memphis air and made her way over to the trailer. She stopped in her tracks as she saw Shane and Triple H outside it talking. She doubted he would be in there with his two least favorite people lazing about like pigeons. She thought about trying the break room next when she heard Triple H whisper Roman's name.
She moved closer to the back of the trailer just out of sight.
'I have access to the drugs, but there's no way that I can get close enough to administer them.' Triple H explained shaking something in his pocket.
She frowned pushing the dirty thoughts from her mind.
'So thats where I come in at. You want me to give him the steroids?' Shane asked.
'You want Ambrose to win don't you.'
Shane laughed. 'And just how is turning Roman into superman supposed to accomplish that?'
'You know you were always small minded when it came to business.' Triple H scrunched up his nose like he tasted something bad.
'Insults will get you everywhere.' He said walking away.
Sasha gasped as she tried to hide and move away from the trailer.
Triple H groaned. 'Wait. Just piss test him before the match. He fails it and Dean is still the champion by default.'
She moved back to the edge to get a better look.
Shane nodded. 'Deal.'
Triple H threw him a prescription bottle. Shane caught it and glanced at the label before pocketing it. He walked closer to Triple H murmuring so that it was almost hard to hear. 'Make no mistake about this. And I need you to look me in my eye when I say this.' He pointed dramatically to his face. 'I am not siding with you against my sister. I don't know what is going on between her and Roman and I don't care. Dean Ambrose walks away with the title at Thunder if he has to step on everyone getting there. And if that doesn't happen because of you then you'll find out what I know about the business.'
Sasha stepped back. She had to find Roman it was imperative now. She ran back to the main building passing a few unsuspecting crewmembers. 'Get out of the way.' She made her way through the halls to the breakroom to see Roman heating up some food, but before she could call out to him. Charlotte came into view.
'Come on, I thought you liked the green.' Charlotte sauntered over to him gliding her hand over his chest.
He grabbed her hand. 'It's cute, but I need you to. . .' He stopped short catching sight of Sasha. He pushed Charlotte back. 'Heyyy, Banks.'
Her upper lip curled in disgust. 'That's Boss to you.'
He laughed awkwardly. 'Right.' He walked over to her. 'How is she?'
'You saw her earlier you tell me.' The hum from the microwave filling the silence between them. She looked around his broad shoulders to Charlotte. 'Don't you have somewhere to be skank.'
'You're right.' Charlotte replied walking past the pair. 'I need to shine up my women's title.'
Sasha reached out to yank blondie by her roots, but was stopped by Roman.
'Easy now. Let her go.' He said releasing his grip on the fiesty Banks. 'Tell me what's going on with Stephanie? How is she handling everything?'
'I'm not telling you anything.' She said looking him up and down. 'Maybe you could use this piece of advice though, if Charlotte is the shoulder you want to cry on. Then you deserve everything you're going to get. You're certainly not good enough for Stephanie.' She walked away looking at her watch. It was almost pass time for her to start looking for Dana.
He raised his hands above his head. 'You're wrong and what kind of advice is that.' He kicked a nearby chair. 'At least i'll get to see her ring side.'