**Deb, sorry I didn't mean to offend you. Danielle, don't worry, you'll find out.**

"Oh I hate you. I really hate you." Chris says while pacing around my office. I smile.

"I love the way you tell me exactly what you think."

"You're nothing but a McMahon Brandon! You can try to change, you can try to branch out and differ yourself but it doesn't work baby. Uh uh no way. Never. You're a McMahon. It's in your blood you conniving little fucker."

"Keep talking Chris, keep talking."

"I can't stand you! I'm thinking of leaving and going to an Indy promotion. Sure the pay won't be as good but sometimes you need to take a little less to be happy."

"No. Keep dissing me."

"You little spoiled, jealous, thickheaded, bastard, what? Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you want me to diss you?"

"I like it." I answer and walk out, leaving Chris dumbfounded.

~~~~~

"Mr. McMahon are you listening to me?" Jenny asks.

"No." I answer. I see her hold in her breath then slowly let it out.

"Well maybe you should start. I'm giving you information about the company."

"We're failing, we're dead. So what is there to listen to?"

"Suggestions from the fans."

"Oh Jenny, humor me. Come on sweetheart, did you go to every fan's house and ask them?" I ask sweetly. Jenny's eyes well up with tears. She tries to blink them away but it's unsuccessful. They spill over the edge and trickle down her cheeks. She sniffs and quickly brings her beautifully manicure hands up to her smooth, soft, pale face and rubs them away. In the process she rubs some eye shadow across her face. I don't think she knows this though.

Honestly I don't even notice it right away. I'm more concerned with the fact I made her cry with such simple words. Or maybe it was the tone. It was probably the tone.

"Jenny I'm sorry." I whisper and hug her. She leans her head on my chest. I don't even care make-up is being smudged on my Armani suit.

Suddenly she puts her hands on my chest and heaves me hard. I stumble back and hit the wall.

"Jenny!" I exclaim. She stands there staring at me and crying.

That's when it hits me.

Jenny liked me.

Jenny had a crush on me.

Jenny is beautiful.

Jenny now hates my guts.

I stare at Jenny. I'm flat against the wall and my arms are spread out like Jesus. Only I don't feel like Jesus. I feel more like Satan. I'm an asshole.

Jenny's beautiful. I never noticed how smooth and pale her face was. I never noticed how her hair falls in the right place and she can do anything she wants but it goes back just right. I never noticed how her make-up is usually beautifully in place. Even though now it's smudged across her face it still looks wonderful and she's beautiful.

Sadly I failed to see the most beautiful thing of all. Jenny had a crush on me. HAD.

Jenny shakes her head at me, tears still spilling down her cheeks. She opens her mouth as if to say something then she closes it. She shakes her head again.

"You know what Shane McMahon? You've changed since we made this. You've changed a lot. And it was not for the better. Shane, fuck you. Fuck you! Fuck Shane McMahon Wrestling Organization! Fuck everything!" Jenny screams and storms down the hall. I stare at her, still against the wall in the contradictory position.