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"I don't want it." Jenny says again and shakes her head.
"Mr. McMahon you can not force her to take it." My lawyer says. I shake my head. I'm sitting at a table with my lawyer, Jenny and her lawyer. I'm trying to be nice and let her take our creation. She keeps pushing it away from her and handing it to me.
"I know I can't. But she wants it." I say.
"I do not." Jenny disagrees.
"You have to want what you took a part in making."
"Right. We made it. I don't want it without you."
"I'll check in from time to time."
"No Shane. It's not enough. I can't take what you invested in."
"I want you to take it. You also invested a lot in it."
"I'm not taking it!" She yells.
"Mr. McMahon I suggest we auction it." My lawyer cuts in.
"What? Where the hell have you been? Myself and Ms. Chachio are talking! I will NOT auction this off! Go auction your car or something."
"With all do respect, I do auction my cars sir."
"Whatever! This is totally irrelevant!"
"With all due respect you brought it up sir."
"Fuck you and all your with all due respects! Jenny, Ms. Chachio, is getting the company!"
"Shane I really don't want it!" Jenny exclaims.
"Would you rather one of the creators have it or a complete stranger?" I ask. She sits back and sighs. Tears form in the corner of her beautiful eyes.
"I'd rather both of us have it."
"Jenny things don't work out. Sometimes people have to split and the woman usually gets most of the stuff." I say. Damn it's like divorcing Marissa all over again. Only Marissa greedily took my stuff.
"I'm going to walk out Shane right now. That way you won't have my signature. It's SHANE MCMAHON Wrestling Organization. You have to stay."
"Oh how conceited was I to name it that? It's yours Jenny." I say and scribble my John Hancock on the paper. I slide it down the table and watch as Jenny pulls it closer to her.
"No Shane. I can't do this." She says and tears the paper in half. Something rushes through me. I don't know what it is. Fear? Terror? Embarrassment? Maybe even relief? I don't know. It's gone just as soon as it came. Now I just feel shock.
"Jenny!" I whisper.
"See Shane? It's both or none." She says and continues ripping it.
"Get up." I command. Jenny listens. I grab her by the wrist and drag her out of the door.
"What did you do in there?" I hiss. Jenny shrugs.
"I told you. Both or neither."
"And I told you I can't do this anymore! I want to leave it with you so I know it's in good hands! Why can't you see past your selfishness?" I ask. Jenny walks ahead of me with her arms folded over her chest. I hurry up with her and walk next to her, matching her long strides.
"I'm selfish?" She asks and stops.
"Yeah. You are."
"Really? I thought you were. You know seeing as I DON'T want the company and you're forcing it on me!"
"You know why I'm doing this?" I scream and look around. I realize we're in my lawyer's waiting room and we're screaming. Once again I grab her by her wrist and drag her out of the waiting room. Once we're in the busy side walks of New York I turn to face her.
"You know why I want you to have the company so badly?" I ask. She shakes her head no. "Ok so it's partially so one of the creators can have it but there's a hidden message."
"Well I can't read you Shane! I gave up on that a long time ago."
"I want you to have the company so I know where you are! So that way when I'm all cured with whatever I have now I can come crawling back to you and we can go out. Is that so hard to understand?" I ask and walk away. When I glance over my shoulder I see she's just standing there with her mouth open. I hail a cab and jump inside.
"I don't want it." Jenny says again and shakes her head.
"Mr. McMahon you can not force her to take it." My lawyer says. I shake my head. I'm sitting at a table with my lawyer, Jenny and her lawyer. I'm trying to be nice and let her take our creation. She keeps pushing it away from her and handing it to me.
"I know I can't. But she wants it." I say.
"I do not." Jenny disagrees.
"You have to want what you took a part in making."
"Right. We made it. I don't want it without you."
"I'll check in from time to time."
"No Shane. It's not enough. I can't take what you invested in."
"I want you to take it. You also invested a lot in it."
"I'm not taking it!" She yells.
"Mr. McMahon I suggest we auction it." My lawyer cuts in.
"What? Where the hell have you been? Myself and Ms. Chachio are talking! I will NOT auction this off! Go auction your car or something."
"With all do respect, I do auction my cars sir."
"Whatever! This is totally irrelevant!"
"With all due respect you brought it up sir."
"Fuck you and all your with all due respects! Jenny, Ms. Chachio, is getting the company!"
"Shane I really don't want it!" Jenny exclaims.
"Would you rather one of the creators have it or a complete stranger?" I ask. She sits back and sighs. Tears form in the corner of her beautiful eyes.
"I'd rather both of us have it."
"Jenny things don't work out. Sometimes people have to split and the woman usually gets most of the stuff." I say. Damn it's like divorcing Marissa all over again. Only Marissa greedily took my stuff.
"I'm going to walk out Shane right now. That way you won't have my signature. It's SHANE MCMAHON Wrestling Organization. You have to stay."
"Oh how conceited was I to name it that? It's yours Jenny." I say and scribble my John Hancock on the paper. I slide it down the table and watch as Jenny pulls it closer to her.
"No Shane. I can't do this." She says and tears the paper in half. Something rushes through me. I don't know what it is. Fear? Terror? Embarrassment? Maybe even relief? I don't know. It's gone just as soon as it came. Now I just feel shock.
"Jenny!" I whisper.
"See Shane? It's both or none." She says and continues ripping it.
"Get up." I command. Jenny listens. I grab her by the wrist and drag her out of the door.
"What did you do in there?" I hiss. Jenny shrugs.
"I told you. Both or neither."
"And I told you I can't do this anymore! I want to leave it with you so I know it's in good hands! Why can't you see past your selfishness?" I ask. Jenny walks ahead of me with her arms folded over her chest. I hurry up with her and walk next to her, matching her long strides.
"I'm selfish?" She asks and stops.
"Yeah. You are."
"Really? I thought you were. You know seeing as I DON'T want the company and you're forcing it on me!"
"You know why I'm doing this?" I scream and look around. I realize we're in my lawyer's waiting room and we're screaming. Once again I grab her by her wrist and drag her out of the waiting room. Once we're in the busy side walks of New York I turn to face her.
"You know why I want you to have the company so badly?" I ask. She shakes her head no. "Ok so it's partially so one of the creators can have it but there's a hidden message."
"Well I can't read you Shane! I gave up on that a long time ago."
"I want you to have the company so I know where you are! So that way when I'm all cured with whatever I have now I can come crawling back to you and we can go out. Is that so hard to understand?" I ask and walk away. When I glance over my shoulder I see she's just standing there with her mouth open. I hail a cab and jump inside.