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The rain pelted against the windows of the WWE jet as they sat inside, waiting for the airport to clear them for take off. They had already been delayed for over an hour and had no idea when they would be allowed to leave.
Chris had not said one word to her since leaving the hotel. He sat near a window, feet up on the chair across from him, staring out into the rain. Although his attitude and his silence annoyed her, she did wonder what had happened with his wife on Monday night. She wanted to ask him about it, but wasn't sure she should once he revealed the mood he was in. She remained seated on the other side of the plane and pulled out her laptop.
The rain was coming down hard and the wind was steadily increasing. Chris sighed to himself, knowing that the plane wouldn't be taking off anytime soon. Tomorrow would be interesting. He was sure that Vince would want to meet with him first thing in the morning. That was inevitable. Vince wouldn't fire him, he was sure of that. What would he say about it though? He'd never taken an unscheduled leave of absence in his entire career. Chris closed his eyes and shook his head. What the hell was I thinking? He thought to himself.
Chris's eyes remained closed as he rested his head on the back of the seat. He listened to the sound of the rain tapping the skin of the aircraft. It was melodic and soothing. At some point, the sound of keys tapping on a keyboard filtered through that of the rain, causing him to open his eyes. He turned his head slightly to the left and saw Stephanie plugging away at her laptop. She looked cute; sitting there with her glasses on, her hair tied up in a scrunchy. He couldn't imagine the amount of responsibility Stephanie had on her shoulders. No matter what was going down, Stephanie was always there. He thought about how often she put the company before her own personal interests. Even now, she was doing it. She could be doing whatever she wanted to while enjoying some time off but instead was stuck here in Detroit with him. Chris felt guilty for being so mean to her earlier.
Stephanie looked up from the laptop and turned towards Chris. She made a face at him when she realized he was looking at her then quickly returned to typing. Chris stood up and walked over to her.
"Steph?" He stood in front of her. Slowly, she looked up at him.
"Yes?" She asked, acting as if he had ruined her concentration.
"I'm sorry for being an asshole earlier." Chris ran his fingers through his hair. "Don't take it personally, I'm not myself these days." Stephanie blinked at him from behind her glasses, then looked down at her laptop. She resumed typing without responding to him.
Chris shook his head and walked back to his seat. He plopped down and looked out the window again. Why do I bother? He thought. He slumped farther into the chair and closed his eyes. Maybe he should try to take a nap.
Stephanie finished working on her report around 10:30. She placed her laptop on the seat next to her then stood up to stretch. Without looking in Chris' direction, she walked to the front of the plane and spoke with the pilot. "It's still too windy for take off. All planes are still grounded," the pilot told her.
Annoyed, she walked over to a cabinet not far from the cockpit. Inside the cabinet was a mini refrigerator. She took out a can of Pepsi, popped it open and took a long swig of the cool liquid. She stood there for a moment, stretching her back, then proceeded back towards the main part of the cabin. She sipped her soda as she approached Chris, when she realized that he was asleep.
There was a look of frustration on his face as he slept. His arms were folded across his chest and his breathing was uneasy. For the moment, Stephanie felt really sorry for him. She stood there, watching Chris as he struggled to sleep. He must have loved her very much, she thought to herself.
Chris sat there, eyes closed. "I came here to ask you for a divorce," Jessica's voice echoed within his head. His stomach churned when he thought about it. He had been preoccupied with thoughts of work for most of the night, then gradually started thinking about his wife again. He'd had months to get used to the idea of not being with her, but knowing that she didn't want him anymore hurt him deeper than he would have ever imagined. Jessica said that this had been a long time coming. All the while Chris loved his wife, she silently didn't love him back and wanted to be away from him. Without realizing it, tears began to fill his eyes and gently slid under his closed eyelids, onto his face. Out of nowhere, he felt a soft, warm hand cover his. Startled, he opened his eyes and found himself looking directly at Stephanie, who was standing over him.
"I'm sorry..."she said in a low voice as she took her hand away. Chris sat upright in his seat, wiped his eyes and turned his face away from hers. He was embarrassed. "I hope I didn't wake you."
"I was awake." He mumbled. Dammit, why couldn't he control his emotions?
"I saw you sleeping there and thought..." Stephanie stood up straight and frowned. "Well, it doesn't matter." She started to walk away.
"Steph..." Chris looked towards her once again. His eyes pleaded with her to come back. She walked back and sat across from him. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
"It's okay." She said calmly, "About earlier, I mean. I was taken off guard that's all. I should've have known you'd be in a foul mood." She attempted a slight smile of forgiveness.
"I am sorry." He leaned back in his chair. "My head has just been spinning."
"Things went pretty bad on Monday night, huh?" She asked innocently. Chris didn't look at her; he just stared off into the distance. Stephanie was uncomfortable now that she had asked him about it.
"She served me with divorce papers." He blurted out suddenly. Hell, he hadn't talked to anyone about this at all and he needed to get it off his chest. "Can you imagine? She fucks around, shits all over our marriage then SHE dumps ME?"
"I know it's unfair," she nodded, "and it is a tough pill to swallow right now. But, you'll see that in the end, it was for the best." Chris was surprised at the maturity in her voice.
"How can it be for the best? My wife fuckin' left me for another man!"
Stephanie thought for a moment. "If she really loved you, she wouldn't have cheated on you. She would have tried to hold on and work out the problems within your marriage. Better you found that out now rather than later, after you'd invested more time in her and maybe even had kids."
Chris was shocked. Part of him knew Stephanie was right but he had never thought she would come up with something like that. He scratched his forehead. "It doesn't change the fact that I loved her." He couldn't believe he said that to Stephanie, of all people. She was his boss' daughter. He turned his face away from her, feeling uncomfortable suddenly.
"Of course not." She got up and sat down next to him. "We can't help whom we fall in love with. It just happens sometimes, even though we don't want it to."
"Oh, I wanted it, Steph. I knew it from the moment I met her, that she was the one for me."
"That's what I thought about Andrew." Chris looked at Stephanie as she hung her head.
"Andrew?" Chris asked her, feeling confused. "You guys were going out?"
"Yeah. We were seeing each other for a while before he signed with the company. We'd even gotten engaged. My dad wrote it into the storyline so we could spend more time together." Stephanie looked out the window and into the rain. "I showed up at his hotel room one night when he was on the road, you know, to surprise him. I found him in bed with some girl."
"I never knew you guys were really an item." Chris felt sorry for her, but also felt somewhat relieved that someone shared in his pain.
"Well, I made a huge scene in the room, you know me," she laughed half-heartedly. "but eventually I took him back."
"I know how that can be. I was considering it myself." Steph turned to face Chris and their eyes met. The pain was evident in both of their eyes. "If you don't mind me asking, who ended it?"
Stephanie smirked. "I suppose I did. It was really complicated, the way things turned out."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I wanted revenge at first. So, when my dad wrote in the wedding angle with Paul, I slept with him." Chris' eyes almost popped out of his head. "Don't look so shocked. He wanted it as much as I did. His relationship with Joanie was on thin ice as it was." Stephanie's eyes left Chris' and settled on the seat across from them. "I returned Andrew's ring to him a few weeks later and eventually Paul left Joanie. The rest, as they say, is history."
"I never knew." Chris sat there, still shocked that Stephanie and Andrew had been engaged.
"Nobody really did. In a way, I'm glad. It would make working with him more difficult, otherwise."
Chris admired her. She really did love this business. For the past three years she had treated Andrew equally among the other wrestlers, even after he had broken her heart. He then thought about his wife. Chris didn't think he was capable of doing that.
"If Jesse worked here, I don't think I would be able to work with her again, not after this." Chris said honestly. "It's like she wanted to tear my heart out." He sighed heavily and closed his eyes.
Stephanie reached over and took Chris' hand into both of hers. "It'll be difficult, but you'll be fine." She reassured him. Somehow, he took comfort in her touch.
Chris turned to Stephanie and smiled at her. "Thanks."
"Anytime."
* * *
After what seemed like forever, Chris managed to get out of the bed in Stephanie guestroom. He had no idea what time it was, but knew that he had not gotten much sleep. He stumbled into the bathroom to take a quick shower. After putting on some fresh clothes, he carried his bags out of he room and walked across the hall into the den.
"Good morning, sunshine." Paul said as he read the newspaper.
"Mornin' Paul." Chris looked around for Stephanie, who was nowhere in sight.
"She's on the phone, as usual." Paul said with a laugh, never looking up from the paper.
Chris sat down on the leather sofa and waited patiently. Eventually, Stephanie entered the room.
"Okay, the car should be here in a few minutes." She said, setting the cordless down on an end table. "You ready?"
"Yup." Chris stood up and grabbed his things.
"Paul, I'll be back in a little while." He looked up from the paper and gave her a dirty look. "Aren't you sick of him yet?" Paul asked in a serious tone.
"I'm only going to get my car, Paul." Stephanie turned and walked out of the den in a huff.
Paul shook his head and looked at Chris. "Sorry about the wife." He said, trying to conceal a smirk.
Chris glared at him, then carried his things out to the driveway.
"Paul can be such a dick." Stephanie complained. "But you already knew that, right?" Chris smiled. They both chuckled as a limo pulled up to Stephanie's house.
A pleasant silence overcame them as the limo took them to Titan Towers. Chris was glad that it had been Stephanie that had come to get him and not anyone else. As much as he hated to admit it, it felt good to talk to her about what had happened with his wife. He didn't think that any of his guy friends would have understood. What was important, was that Stephanie had understood and she had been there for him when he thought he needed to be alone.
"My dad doesn't take bullshit, you know that." Stephanie said. "Make sure you're upfront with him and everything will work out just fine." Chris nodded as they got out of the limo.
They walked over to Stephanie's red corvette, which was parked near the wall of the garage. As she opened the door, he gently grabbed her arm and turned her towards him. "Steph, I really appreciate you being there for me last night. I know it's the last place you wanted to be."
"You know something?" Stephanie smiled as she looked up at him. "It wasn't that bad. I really enjoyed talking to you." With that she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Chris blushed, then let go of her arm. "Now, be nice to my daddy." She winked at Chris then got into her car.
As she drove out of the garage, Stephanie smiled to herself. It felt good to come clean about Andrew and why she had started her relationship with Paul. Chris hadn't judged her at all; he had only been surprised. Somehow, she knew he wouldn't tell anyone about it either. She wanted to help him get through this. She pulled over to the side of the road and placed a call on her cell.
Chris walked back to the limo after Stephanie pulled out of the garage. "I'll be back in about a half an hour." He told the driver. He felt the weight of the world upon his shoulders as he rode the elevator up to Vince's office. He hoped the meeting would go smoothly.
"Good morning Chris." Vince said as Chris walked into the office. "Glad you could make it." Vince stood up and leaned across the mahogany desk to shake Chris' hand. "You had us worried for a little while there, Chris." Vince said as he motioned for Chris to take a seat.
The two men studied each other, wondering what the other was thinking. Vince cut to the chase. "So, I understand you are having marital trouble?" Chris' eyes narrowed.
"If you want to put it that way, yes." He stated flatly.
Vince smirked. "Well son, it happens eventually to all of us." Chris rubbed his chin. "I won't pretend to know the details and frankly, it's none of my concern. However, I am concerned about how this is going to affect you, Chris. I can't have one of my up-and-comers taking days off left and right without warning. The fans depend on you... I depend on you."
"Look, what's done is done." Chris said forcefully. "I fucked up, and I can't take it back. I know it wasn't very professional of me, and I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Their eyes were locked in an icy dance. Vince was impressed by Chris' honesty. He'd go easy on him for now.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that." Vince smiled brightly. "You've never done this before, so I guess I can let it slide this time."
"Thanks, I appreciate it." Chris stood up, anxious to go to a hotel and get some sleep. Vince opened his desk draw and rifled through it, looking for something. "Hold on, a minute." Vince found what he was looking for. "Here." Chris took the business card that Vince handed to him. "One of the best divorce lawyers in the State of Florida, tell her I sent you." Vince winked at Chris and patted him on the shoulder. "Go on, get some rest." Vince shooed him away jokingly.
"Thanks, Vince." Chris said as he walked out of the office. Vince picked up the phone and placed a call.
"Yeah, it's me. There's been a change." Vince turned his chair to face the window. "Postpone the storyline we talked about until further notice. I have to make sure he's got his head on straight first. We don't need anymore injuries."
Chris sighed with relief as the limo pulled away from the WWE offices. He was surprised that Vince had gone so easy on him. He knew Vince didn't trust him anymore and he'd probably not be involved in any major storylines for a few weeks. That was okay, he would be fine as long as he got to work, period.
The thought suddenly struck him that the limo driver was driving but Chris had nowhere to go. He hadn't made any reservations yet.
"Excuse me," Chris spoke into the intercom, "Can you take me to a decent hotel around here?"
"Don't worry Mr. Irvine." The driver replied, "Ms. McMahon has already made arrangements for you."
* * *
The rain pelted against the windows of the WWE jet as they sat inside, waiting for the airport to clear them for take off. They had already been delayed for over an hour and had no idea when they would be allowed to leave.
Chris had not said one word to her since leaving the hotel. He sat near a window, feet up on the chair across from him, staring out into the rain. Although his attitude and his silence annoyed her, she did wonder what had happened with his wife on Monday night. She wanted to ask him about it, but wasn't sure she should once he revealed the mood he was in. She remained seated on the other side of the plane and pulled out her laptop.
The rain was coming down hard and the wind was steadily increasing. Chris sighed to himself, knowing that the plane wouldn't be taking off anytime soon. Tomorrow would be interesting. He was sure that Vince would want to meet with him first thing in the morning. That was inevitable. Vince wouldn't fire him, he was sure of that. What would he say about it though? He'd never taken an unscheduled leave of absence in his entire career. Chris closed his eyes and shook his head. What the hell was I thinking? He thought to himself.
Chris's eyes remained closed as he rested his head on the back of the seat. He listened to the sound of the rain tapping the skin of the aircraft. It was melodic and soothing. At some point, the sound of keys tapping on a keyboard filtered through that of the rain, causing him to open his eyes. He turned his head slightly to the left and saw Stephanie plugging away at her laptop. She looked cute; sitting there with her glasses on, her hair tied up in a scrunchy. He couldn't imagine the amount of responsibility Stephanie had on her shoulders. No matter what was going down, Stephanie was always there. He thought about how often she put the company before her own personal interests. Even now, she was doing it. She could be doing whatever she wanted to while enjoying some time off but instead was stuck here in Detroit with him. Chris felt guilty for being so mean to her earlier.
Stephanie looked up from the laptop and turned towards Chris. She made a face at him when she realized he was looking at her then quickly returned to typing. Chris stood up and walked over to her.
"Steph?" He stood in front of her. Slowly, she looked up at him.
"Yes?" She asked, acting as if he had ruined her concentration.
"I'm sorry for being an asshole earlier." Chris ran his fingers through his hair. "Don't take it personally, I'm not myself these days." Stephanie blinked at him from behind her glasses, then looked down at her laptop. She resumed typing without responding to him.
Chris shook his head and walked back to his seat. He plopped down and looked out the window again. Why do I bother? He thought. He slumped farther into the chair and closed his eyes. Maybe he should try to take a nap.
Stephanie finished working on her report around 10:30. She placed her laptop on the seat next to her then stood up to stretch. Without looking in Chris' direction, she walked to the front of the plane and spoke with the pilot. "It's still too windy for take off. All planes are still grounded," the pilot told her.
Annoyed, she walked over to a cabinet not far from the cockpit. Inside the cabinet was a mini refrigerator. She took out a can of Pepsi, popped it open and took a long swig of the cool liquid. She stood there for a moment, stretching her back, then proceeded back towards the main part of the cabin. She sipped her soda as she approached Chris, when she realized that he was asleep.
There was a look of frustration on his face as he slept. His arms were folded across his chest and his breathing was uneasy. For the moment, Stephanie felt really sorry for him. She stood there, watching Chris as he struggled to sleep. He must have loved her very much, she thought to herself.
Chris sat there, eyes closed. "I came here to ask you for a divorce," Jessica's voice echoed within his head. His stomach churned when he thought about it. He had been preoccupied with thoughts of work for most of the night, then gradually started thinking about his wife again. He'd had months to get used to the idea of not being with her, but knowing that she didn't want him anymore hurt him deeper than he would have ever imagined. Jessica said that this had been a long time coming. All the while Chris loved his wife, she silently didn't love him back and wanted to be away from him. Without realizing it, tears began to fill his eyes and gently slid under his closed eyelids, onto his face. Out of nowhere, he felt a soft, warm hand cover his. Startled, he opened his eyes and found himself looking directly at Stephanie, who was standing over him.
"I'm sorry..."she said in a low voice as she took her hand away. Chris sat upright in his seat, wiped his eyes and turned his face away from hers. He was embarrassed. "I hope I didn't wake you."
"I was awake." He mumbled. Dammit, why couldn't he control his emotions?
"I saw you sleeping there and thought..." Stephanie stood up straight and frowned. "Well, it doesn't matter." She started to walk away.
"Steph..." Chris looked towards her once again. His eyes pleaded with her to come back. She walked back and sat across from him. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
"It's okay." She said calmly, "About earlier, I mean. I was taken off guard that's all. I should've have known you'd be in a foul mood." She attempted a slight smile of forgiveness.
"I am sorry." He leaned back in his chair. "My head has just been spinning."
"Things went pretty bad on Monday night, huh?" She asked innocently. Chris didn't look at her; he just stared off into the distance. Stephanie was uncomfortable now that she had asked him about it.
"She served me with divorce papers." He blurted out suddenly. Hell, he hadn't talked to anyone about this at all and he needed to get it off his chest. "Can you imagine? She fucks around, shits all over our marriage then SHE dumps ME?"
"I know it's unfair," she nodded, "and it is a tough pill to swallow right now. But, you'll see that in the end, it was for the best." Chris was surprised at the maturity in her voice.
"How can it be for the best? My wife fuckin' left me for another man!"
Stephanie thought for a moment. "If she really loved you, she wouldn't have cheated on you. She would have tried to hold on and work out the problems within your marriage. Better you found that out now rather than later, after you'd invested more time in her and maybe even had kids."
Chris was shocked. Part of him knew Stephanie was right but he had never thought she would come up with something like that. He scratched his forehead. "It doesn't change the fact that I loved her." He couldn't believe he said that to Stephanie, of all people. She was his boss' daughter. He turned his face away from her, feeling uncomfortable suddenly.
"Of course not." She got up and sat down next to him. "We can't help whom we fall in love with. It just happens sometimes, even though we don't want it to."
"Oh, I wanted it, Steph. I knew it from the moment I met her, that she was the one for me."
"That's what I thought about Andrew." Chris looked at Stephanie as she hung her head.
"Andrew?" Chris asked her, feeling confused. "You guys were going out?"
"Yeah. We were seeing each other for a while before he signed with the company. We'd even gotten engaged. My dad wrote it into the storyline so we could spend more time together." Stephanie looked out the window and into the rain. "I showed up at his hotel room one night when he was on the road, you know, to surprise him. I found him in bed with some girl."
"I never knew you guys were really an item." Chris felt sorry for her, but also felt somewhat relieved that someone shared in his pain.
"Well, I made a huge scene in the room, you know me," she laughed half-heartedly. "but eventually I took him back."
"I know how that can be. I was considering it myself." Steph turned to face Chris and their eyes met. The pain was evident in both of their eyes. "If you don't mind me asking, who ended it?"
Stephanie smirked. "I suppose I did. It was really complicated, the way things turned out."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I wanted revenge at first. So, when my dad wrote in the wedding angle with Paul, I slept with him." Chris' eyes almost popped out of his head. "Don't look so shocked. He wanted it as much as I did. His relationship with Joanie was on thin ice as it was." Stephanie's eyes left Chris' and settled on the seat across from them. "I returned Andrew's ring to him a few weeks later and eventually Paul left Joanie. The rest, as they say, is history."
"I never knew." Chris sat there, still shocked that Stephanie and Andrew had been engaged.
"Nobody really did. In a way, I'm glad. It would make working with him more difficult, otherwise."
Chris admired her. She really did love this business. For the past three years she had treated Andrew equally among the other wrestlers, even after he had broken her heart. He then thought about his wife. Chris didn't think he was capable of doing that.
"If Jesse worked here, I don't think I would be able to work with her again, not after this." Chris said honestly. "It's like she wanted to tear my heart out." He sighed heavily and closed his eyes.
Stephanie reached over and took Chris' hand into both of hers. "It'll be difficult, but you'll be fine." She reassured him. Somehow, he took comfort in her touch.
Chris turned to Stephanie and smiled at her. "Thanks."
"Anytime."
* * *
After what seemed like forever, Chris managed to get out of the bed in Stephanie guestroom. He had no idea what time it was, but knew that he had not gotten much sleep. He stumbled into the bathroom to take a quick shower. After putting on some fresh clothes, he carried his bags out of he room and walked across the hall into the den.
"Good morning, sunshine." Paul said as he read the newspaper.
"Mornin' Paul." Chris looked around for Stephanie, who was nowhere in sight.
"She's on the phone, as usual." Paul said with a laugh, never looking up from the paper.
Chris sat down on the leather sofa and waited patiently. Eventually, Stephanie entered the room.
"Okay, the car should be here in a few minutes." She said, setting the cordless down on an end table. "You ready?"
"Yup." Chris stood up and grabbed his things.
"Paul, I'll be back in a little while." He looked up from the paper and gave her a dirty look. "Aren't you sick of him yet?" Paul asked in a serious tone.
"I'm only going to get my car, Paul." Stephanie turned and walked out of the den in a huff.
Paul shook his head and looked at Chris. "Sorry about the wife." He said, trying to conceal a smirk.
Chris glared at him, then carried his things out to the driveway.
"Paul can be such a dick." Stephanie complained. "But you already knew that, right?" Chris smiled. They both chuckled as a limo pulled up to Stephanie's house.
A pleasant silence overcame them as the limo took them to Titan Towers. Chris was glad that it had been Stephanie that had come to get him and not anyone else. As much as he hated to admit it, it felt good to talk to her about what had happened with his wife. He didn't think that any of his guy friends would have understood. What was important, was that Stephanie had understood and she had been there for him when he thought he needed to be alone.
"My dad doesn't take bullshit, you know that." Stephanie said. "Make sure you're upfront with him and everything will work out just fine." Chris nodded as they got out of the limo.
They walked over to Stephanie's red corvette, which was parked near the wall of the garage. As she opened the door, he gently grabbed her arm and turned her towards him. "Steph, I really appreciate you being there for me last night. I know it's the last place you wanted to be."
"You know something?" Stephanie smiled as she looked up at him. "It wasn't that bad. I really enjoyed talking to you." With that she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Chris blushed, then let go of her arm. "Now, be nice to my daddy." She winked at Chris then got into her car.
As she drove out of the garage, Stephanie smiled to herself. It felt good to come clean about Andrew and why she had started her relationship with Paul. Chris hadn't judged her at all; he had only been surprised. Somehow, she knew he wouldn't tell anyone about it either. She wanted to help him get through this. She pulled over to the side of the road and placed a call on her cell.
Chris walked back to the limo after Stephanie pulled out of the garage. "I'll be back in about a half an hour." He told the driver. He felt the weight of the world upon his shoulders as he rode the elevator up to Vince's office. He hoped the meeting would go smoothly.
"Good morning Chris." Vince said as Chris walked into the office. "Glad you could make it." Vince stood up and leaned across the mahogany desk to shake Chris' hand. "You had us worried for a little while there, Chris." Vince said as he motioned for Chris to take a seat.
The two men studied each other, wondering what the other was thinking. Vince cut to the chase. "So, I understand you are having marital trouble?" Chris' eyes narrowed.
"If you want to put it that way, yes." He stated flatly.
Vince smirked. "Well son, it happens eventually to all of us." Chris rubbed his chin. "I won't pretend to know the details and frankly, it's none of my concern. However, I am concerned about how this is going to affect you, Chris. I can't have one of my up-and-comers taking days off left and right without warning. The fans depend on you... I depend on you."
"Look, what's done is done." Chris said forcefully. "I fucked up, and I can't take it back. I know it wasn't very professional of me, and I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Their eyes were locked in an icy dance. Vince was impressed by Chris' honesty. He'd go easy on him for now.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that." Vince smiled brightly. "You've never done this before, so I guess I can let it slide this time."
"Thanks, I appreciate it." Chris stood up, anxious to go to a hotel and get some sleep. Vince opened his desk draw and rifled through it, looking for something. "Hold on, a minute." Vince found what he was looking for. "Here." Chris took the business card that Vince handed to him. "One of the best divorce lawyers in the State of Florida, tell her I sent you." Vince winked at Chris and patted him on the shoulder. "Go on, get some rest." Vince shooed him away jokingly.
"Thanks, Vince." Chris said as he walked out of the office. Vince picked up the phone and placed a call.
"Yeah, it's me. There's been a change." Vince turned his chair to face the window. "Postpone the storyline we talked about until further notice. I have to make sure he's got his head on straight first. We don't need anymore injuries."
Chris sighed with relief as the limo pulled away from the WWE offices. He was surprised that Vince had gone so easy on him. He knew Vince didn't trust him anymore and he'd probably not be involved in any major storylines for a few weeks. That was okay, he would be fine as long as he got to work, period.
The thought suddenly struck him that the limo driver was driving but Chris had nowhere to go. He hadn't made any reservations yet.
"Excuse me," Chris spoke into the intercom, "Can you take me to a decent hotel around here?"
"Don't worry Mr. Irvine." The driver replied, "Ms. McMahon has already made arrangements for you."
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