Linda sat at her desk in her office in Stamford, CT, the WWF's HQ. She
could not make head nor tail of the figures staring her right in the face,
they may as well have been in a foreign language. She leant forward and put
her head in her hands and rubbed her temple.
Linda sat back and opened her desk drawer and stared at the capital bold letters across the back of the envelope. Trembling she slowly lifted the envelope out of the desk drawer. She pulled the letter out of it's envelope and slowly unfolded it. Linda reread it, for what seemed like the hundreth time that day;
You'll soon be mine........
Not long now darling.........
I can't wait until we're together, can you?
I've dreamed of this for so long sweetheart....
He was never good enough for an angel like you...
When I've got you, I'll never let you go,
He'll never touch you again.
Love always and forever XXXX
The paper and matching envelope were red, and of the richest quality, this was the third one she had received in a week. All saying different things but always signed with Love always and forever XXXX. They were always the same, all left on her desk first thing in the morning, all in black, bold, block capital letters, the envelope facing up and always with a red rose on top.
They'd started out just one every two weeks or so then they got more and more frequent. At first she'd just tried to ignore it, brush it off as some over-zelous fan. But now it was starting to scare Linda, she'd tried going to the police, but they couldn't do anything. Linda had actually gotten the impression that they were laughing at her, so she was admired? Of course she was going to be admired, she's in the public eye! What else did she expect? One Officer actually had the nerve to say "Hey sweetheart, be flattered, at least you know your a big star, you've got your very own stalker!" The Police Officers that she had talked to didn't seem to bothered and told her not to worry. If she was in the public eye, she was bound to get attention.
That was the point, Linda wanted to scream, I am not in the public eye! I am not a WWF Superstar! I just happen to be the CEO of the World Wrestling Federation - a successful billion dollar company. I don't crave attention, I hate appearing on tv and you're saying I should expect this? Linda had even gone to specialists who specialize in this sort of thing, they had taken forensic tests but they had came up with nothing.
She knew she should tell Vince, they had shared everything, he knew everything there was to know and she knew Vince was starting to become suspicious about her change in attitude.
Linda had become jumpy and nervous as of late. This morning for instance, Vince had woken her gently to see if she wanted coffee and Linda had jumped up in bed like a frightened rabbit. When Vince had asked her what was wrong, she had just mumbled something about not feeling too well and rushed off to take a shower.
Linda looked back down at the note in her hands and noticed she could still not stop trembling. She folded the note up and put it back in her desk drawer, along with the rest of them and turned to her computer, hoping she could at least get some form of work done today.
Linda sat back and opened her desk drawer and stared at the capital bold letters across the back of the envelope. Trembling she slowly lifted the envelope out of the desk drawer. She pulled the letter out of it's envelope and slowly unfolded it. Linda reread it, for what seemed like the hundreth time that day;
You'll soon be mine........
Not long now darling.........
I can't wait until we're together, can you?
I've dreamed of this for so long sweetheart....
He was never good enough for an angel like you...
When I've got you, I'll never let you go,
He'll never touch you again.
Love always and forever XXXX
The paper and matching envelope were red, and of the richest quality, this was the third one she had received in a week. All saying different things but always signed with Love always and forever XXXX. They were always the same, all left on her desk first thing in the morning, all in black, bold, block capital letters, the envelope facing up and always with a red rose on top.
They'd started out just one every two weeks or so then they got more and more frequent. At first she'd just tried to ignore it, brush it off as some over-zelous fan. But now it was starting to scare Linda, she'd tried going to the police, but they couldn't do anything. Linda had actually gotten the impression that they were laughing at her, so she was admired? Of course she was going to be admired, she's in the public eye! What else did she expect? One Officer actually had the nerve to say "Hey sweetheart, be flattered, at least you know your a big star, you've got your very own stalker!" The Police Officers that she had talked to didn't seem to bothered and told her not to worry. If she was in the public eye, she was bound to get attention.
That was the point, Linda wanted to scream, I am not in the public eye! I am not a WWF Superstar! I just happen to be the CEO of the World Wrestling Federation - a successful billion dollar company. I don't crave attention, I hate appearing on tv and you're saying I should expect this? Linda had even gone to specialists who specialize in this sort of thing, they had taken forensic tests but they had came up with nothing.
She knew she should tell Vince, they had shared everything, he knew everything there was to know and she knew Vince was starting to become suspicious about her change in attitude.
Linda had become jumpy and nervous as of late. This morning for instance, Vince had woken her gently to see if she wanted coffee and Linda had jumped up in bed like a frightened rabbit. When Vince had asked her what was wrong, she had just mumbled something about not feeling too well and rushed off to take a shower.
Linda looked back down at the note in her hands and noticed she could still not stop trembling. She folded the note up and put it back in her desk drawer, along with the rest of them and turned to her computer, hoping she could at least get some form of work done today.
