**Danielle, ah Shane's a guy. Of course he's slow! Deb, we'll see what happens! Hehe.**

"Where's Jenny?" Chris asks the next day at the meeting. I open my mouth to answer him then I close it. Once I see his cocky smile I know he knows and he's just doing this to piss me off.

"Fuck you."

"Not a nice way to talk to your employee, especially in front of other employees."

"Not like they care! Everyone here hates everyone else!"

"Well that's not entirely true."

"Oh shut up! You know it as well as I do!"

"Well no wonder why! Look at your attitude!"

"Oh so now this is my entire fault! Isn't it Chris?"

"Did I ever say that?"

"Not in so many words but you implied it."

"Allegory? I don't use them much. It gets too complicated."

"On to other matters!" I snap and look around. Chris gives a content smile. I sigh and begin the meeting with the talent.

Honestly my heart's not in it. Too many things are going downhill. Nothing's right anymore. It's not worth trying. Honestly I'm thinking of giving this up. Money is not an issue with me. It never was, it never will be. I've always had money coming out of my ass. I remember when I was younger I used a fifty dollar bill as bookmark simply because I didn't have a bookmark.

So no. I did not start this organization for the money. I started this to get back at my father. That's not working though. Somehow he's getting all my storylines, and fans. While everything is going great over there, things couldn't be worse over here.

That's kind of ironic isn't it? I started this to squash my father and take over the ratings, take over everything. While in reality, the complete opposite has happened. My father, I mean Vince, has taken over the ratings and once again is leading, and dominating sports entertainment.

"Are you going to talk Mac?" Chris breaks my thoughts. Once I'm fully conscious again I notice what had happened. I guess I stopped talking and I leaned against the wall, lost in thoughts. I don't know how long I was like that until Chris finally used his big mouth and spoke up.

"No you know what? You guys already know what's going on. Go on and train and talk and whatever ok?" I say and leave the room. As I'm walking to my office I feel someone walking behind me. I can tell its Chris. I can't say how I know it is, but I know.

I confirm it when I turn around. Chris is walking, taking smooth, confident strides. Of course he's smirking. When is he not? He keeps walking. I swear he's going to walk right through me if he doesn't stop. Just when I think that truly is his plan, he stops. He's just inches away from me. I hate being so close to a person so I back away. Chris takes a step forward, closing the gap.

"What?" I ask.

"That's not a nice way for a boss to speak to his employee."

"Oh fuck you Keith." I say then stop. Keith? Why did I call him that? The middle name never goes before the first name, unless! "Chris you freaking flying fucking, flab sucking asshole! It was you!" I scream.

"What?"

"You called me!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Chris asks, showing genuine confusion can't let that trick me though. He's an excellent actor.

"You called me and told me I was going down! You're the rat! You're doing it all!"

"I have not!" Chris exclaims, a look of confusion flashes across his face, then madness, then something I don't have long enough to determine. Embarrassment? Fear?

"Brandon! You always call me Brandon Shane McMahon and so has that person!"

"I've never once called you Brandon Shane McMahon."

"Not all at once you moron. During different sentences you have, and so has the caller. It's you, you motherfucker."

"Oh course I say your name out of order. Don't I also call you McMahon Shane Brandon? Shane McMahon Brandon? McMahon Brandon Shane? What I'm trying to say is I never call you just one thing do I? No. I'm flamboyant. I have to call people by nicknames of some sort. It's me. It's my trademark."

"Of course it is. That's why you couldn't stop yourself from doing it on the phone."

"Did you just miss my whole point?"

"Probably."

"It's my trademark! MY trademark! Name three people who don't know that." He challenged. I stand there dumbfounded. Honestly, I can't think of one. "Exactly!" He exclaims. "Everyone knows I do it. So if they want to get to you they'll use my trademark to make you think it was me. McMahon are you that thickheaded? Your father would have figured this out by now. Your father would have never fallen for it. Your father-"

"MY FATHER HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!" I blow up. "Now look you made me think. Now I'm not sure who it is. Although I do think it was you. Leave me and let me think."

"Fine." Chris snaps and starts to walk away.

"No wait!" I yell after him.

"What?" He asks and turns around.

"Not a nice way to talk to your boss." I tease him.

"Oh fuck you Brandon! What do you want?"

"Why did you come to talk to me?"

"I don't even know anymore." Chris says and turns and walks away. I smile. For some reason that made me feel good.

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I pick up the phone for the third time tonight. I've been calling Jenny and she hasn't answered. I don't know if that's because she's out or because she knows it's me and doesn't want to talk to me. Finally on the sixth ring, as I'm about to hang up, I hear a click and her voice.

"What Shane?"

"Jenny! Where are you? Are you coming back?"

"I'm home. I don't know right now Shane. You've changed, really changed. It hasn't been for the better either."

"I know Jen and I'm sorry. I'm going to change, I promise." I say. I hear Jenny laugh bitterly on the other end. That's when I realize she's been hurt a lot in her life and I haven't exactly helped. Great Shane. NOW you realize it.

"Isn't that what they all say?" She asks. She sounds close to tears.

"I swear it. I'm thinking of giving up SMWO. It's too much and as you said, it's changed me for the worse."

"You can't get rid of it Shane!"

"I have to. It's been causing me nothing but problems."

"We've worked too hard for that to happen."

"You can take it over if you want."

"I wouldn't know what to do with it."

"Besides all the paper work, you do it all now. You could easily hire other people to help, change the name even."

"But Shane, we started this! It's ours. We, we, we made it!" She sounds like she's about to cry. That makes me want to cry.

"I know we did sweetheart. All things must come to an end right?"

"Yes but things have ups and downs! This is just a down, it'll pass."

"Then another down will come."

"Of course but Shane-"

"Too emotional. I can't deal with it." I say. Bam! That's exactly what I said to Marissa. That was my reason for wanting a divorce.

"Life is emotional Shane! Are you going to kill yourself?"

"If push comes to shove."

"Shane that's ridiculous! You can't mean it!"

"I do Jenny. I'm hanging up now. I'm calling my lawyers. SMWO is going to be yours and you can change the name and whatnot. Bye."

"Shane!" She yells as I hang up the phone. I grab my cell and call my lawyers.