I walked into Titan and felt that the majority of the eyes in the lobby turn to me. I inhaled deeply and walked silently to the elevator ignoring everyone. When I stepped out on to the corridor I put a smile on and walked directly to my office. Rumours and gossip spread at the speed of light in the WWF, I wanted a hole to open up and swallow me when the meeting of writers began. The writing staff and a few others were sat around the table with notes and coffee.
"OK, so I'm back. What have we got?"
"Nothing new, just progressions." the new member of the team said.
"Fine, is that everything?" I wanted to get out.
"Kara, we all know why you got the promotion over us. You got Josh fired, and got the WrestleMania storyline." another writer announced.
"And that is?"
"Your screwing Shane McMahon. You got him to do it for you else you'll tell his wife."
"Oh, that's what everyone's gossiping about is it?" I laughed. "I've being screwing Shane? Look," I slammed my fists down. "All that happened between Shane and I was a kiss. I was dating Andrew Martin for Gods sake. Now, if that is all, I suggest you get your asses back to work unless you want me to donate your jobs to fan fiction writers." I was very pissed off, I probably gave them sufficient ammo to prove their theory correct. I never thought of that as the reason of my promotion, until then.