"Chris if you are going to complain about your looks get the hell out
right now." I tell Chris as he slams open my office door. He stands there
for a second.
"What Daredevil? Nah I wasn't going to talk about my beautiful looks. I wanted to talk about, damnit Mac!" He yells so suddenly that I jump.
"What?"
"Why do you always make me forget what I'm going to say?"
"Maybe it's my strikingly good looks." I say seriously. Chris smiles and rolls his eyes.
"Yeah. You wish."
"I know why you come in here so often without a reason."
"Why?"
"It's because you love me and you want to see me. Isn't it?" I ask. Chris's mouth drops.
"Oh my god! You figured it out! Judging by the way you act with Jenny I thought you were totally blind to love!" Chris explodes.
"What?" I whisper. Chris runs over to my desk and leans on it with his hands. His face is inches away from mine.
"Jenny likes you! Would you like me to say it slower? Jenny. Likes. You. How about I spell it? J-E-N-N-Y space L-I-K-E-S space Y-O-U exclamation point!" Chris says calmly although he looks mad.
"Irvine you have problems." I say. Chris starts jumping up and down in frustration. His hands are in fists and his face is red.
"SHE IS IN LOVE WITH YOU MACCY! LOVE! L-O-V-E! LOVE! L-U-V! WHATEVER! SHE CRAVES YOU!" Chris screams and runs out the door. I stare out into the empty hall. Well once again Chris has entertained me.
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"Mr. McMahon have you slept?" Jenny asks later that night. I blink my eyes and take my head off the wall.
"Huh? Yes. I'm ok." I say sleepily and run my hands across my eyes.
"Mr. McMahon you had to be put in a hospital for this! What is it going to take?"
"For me to die." I answer and walk in my room. Jenny's two steps behind me.
"And why? Why would it take such a drastic event?" She snaps. Her brown eyes are blazing.
"How do you think we're beating Raw? By sitting on our asses? No! I have to be up all hours day and night to do this shit!" I scream so loud I start to lose my voice. Jen's eyes mist over.
"Shane it's not all about ratings! Do you want to know what I think?" She asks. I sit behind my desk.
"What?" I ask. She sits on my desk.
"I think you love your dad so much you crave his approval. You want your dad to say 'Wow! Good job Shane!' so you went out from under him and bought your own company. You want your dad to appreciate you so bad you're willing to go to any extreme." She says while glaring in my eyes. I get chocked up and now my eyes mist. I snort and turn my head.
"No." I answer. My voice breaks. Why do I want to cry so badly?
"Shane you know it. Deep down you know it. But I'm not going to sit here and argue with you. I'll be around." She says and walks out. I lean my head down on my desk and start crying.
"What Daredevil? Nah I wasn't going to talk about my beautiful looks. I wanted to talk about, damnit Mac!" He yells so suddenly that I jump.
"What?"
"Why do you always make me forget what I'm going to say?"
"Maybe it's my strikingly good looks." I say seriously. Chris smiles and rolls his eyes.
"Yeah. You wish."
"I know why you come in here so often without a reason."
"Why?"
"It's because you love me and you want to see me. Isn't it?" I ask. Chris's mouth drops.
"Oh my god! You figured it out! Judging by the way you act with Jenny I thought you were totally blind to love!" Chris explodes.
"What?" I whisper. Chris runs over to my desk and leans on it with his hands. His face is inches away from mine.
"Jenny likes you! Would you like me to say it slower? Jenny. Likes. You. How about I spell it? J-E-N-N-Y space L-I-K-E-S space Y-O-U exclamation point!" Chris says calmly although he looks mad.
"Irvine you have problems." I say. Chris starts jumping up and down in frustration. His hands are in fists and his face is red.
"SHE IS IN LOVE WITH YOU MACCY! LOVE! L-O-V-E! LOVE! L-U-V! WHATEVER! SHE CRAVES YOU!" Chris screams and runs out the door. I stare out into the empty hall. Well once again Chris has entertained me.
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"Mr. McMahon have you slept?" Jenny asks later that night. I blink my eyes and take my head off the wall.
"Huh? Yes. I'm ok." I say sleepily and run my hands across my eyes.
"Mr. McMahon you had to be put in a hospital for this! What is it going to take?"
"For me to die." I answer and walk in my room. Jenny's two steps behind me.
"And why? Why would it take such a drastic event?" She snaps. Her brown eyes are blazing.
"How do you think we're beating Raw? By sitting on our asses? No! I have to be up all hours day and night to do this shit!" I scream so loud I start to lose my voice. Jen's eyes mist over.
"Shane it's not all about ratings! Do you want to know what I think?" She asks. I sit behind my desk.
"What?" I ask. She sits on my desk.
"I think you love your dad so much you crave his approval. You want your dad to say 'Wow! Good job Shane!' so you went out from under him and bought your own company. You want your dad to appreciate you so bad you're willing to go to any extreme." She says while glaring in my eyes. I get chocked up and now my eyes mist. I snort and turn my head.
"No." I answer. My voice breaks. Why do I want to cry so badly?
"Shane you know it. Deep down you know it. But I'm not going to sit here and argue with you. I'll be around." She says and walks out. I lean my head down on my desk and start crying.