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"Shane don't be too mad. It's ok." Stephanie tells me over the phone. My fingers are flying so fast on the keyboard and I'm shuffling so many papers I can hardly hear her.

"Mm." I mumble.

"Shane! Listen to me!"

"Steph don't be too mad. It's ok." I mock her. She scoffs.

"Shane he's dad. We have to ignore him. That's just the way he is."

"I've been ignoring him for over almost thirty years! It's my turn to shine. He needs to get over his superficial self and let others come through with new great ideas."

"He'll come around."

"No he won't. I've done nothing but waiting and I'm sick of it. I already have a plan in motion."

"What's that?"

"I can't tell you just yet."

"Shane!"

"What?"

"Don't tease me like that! You can't say you have a plan and then not elaborate!"

"Sorry but I'm not willing to take any chances right now."

"But Shane!" She whines.

"No Steph. I don't even know if it's going to work yet."

"Ok Shane. Just don't," She pauses. "Don't tear up the family please." I laugh.

"Steph we can't stay together for more than two months without us killing each other."

"Shane for me? Please? We're all having dinner over Mom and Dad's in two weeks. I want you to be there. I NEED you to be there. It's really important to me Shane. I love you." She's begging, it's so pitiful. She sounds like she's almost crying. I want to kiss her and tell her it'll be alright.

"Stephy call me later with the details. I'll be sure to make it."

"Thank you Shane! I love you bye!"

"Bye." I say and hang up.

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"Hello is this Ms. Jennifer Chachio?" I ask in my most professional tone.

"Yes this is. May I ask who is calling?" I hear her beautiful voice.

"This is Shane McMahon calling on the behalf of the World Wrestling Entertainment Company."

"Oh I didn't get the job, did I?"

"Well Ms. Chachio I was looking at the information you provided me and I would just like to inform you that you seem to be just the right person to complete what I have been searching for."

"What might that be Mr. McMahon?" She asks in a sly tone. I smile. She is THE one.

"I don't wish to discuss it over the phone. When are you free? We'll meet somewhere for dinner where we can eat great and discuss business matters."

"I'm free anytime you want me." She purrs. I smile and look at my calendar.

"How do you feel about this Saturday?"

"Wonderful."

"Great. I'll make reservations somewhere and call you with the details."

"Perfect." She says and we hang up. One small step for Shane McMahon.