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"*You're* Stephanie McMahon?"
"Yes," the blonde sighed, becoming annoyed at the small, bald man's incessant questioning.
"*The* Stephanie McMahon?" He said, peeking over the top of his largely framed glasses. She watched him skim his fingers across some papers and had to stop herself from sighing again.
"Yes."
"Daughter of Vince and Linda McMahon?" He asked, oblivious to the woman's rapidly increasing impatience.
"Yes!" Stephanie nodded, rolling her eyes and glaring at her new lawyer.
The man squinted at her and then turned his attention to a small piece of paper he had in front of him.
"Yes, I believe you are," he muttered, more to himself than to Stephanie.
"Well?" She asked, "Do you have any information on my parents and brother?"
The man looked up at her question. There was something in his eyes, which told her that what she was about to hear was bad news, and she took a deep breath, urging him to tell her.
"Well..." The man sighed, removing his glasses and continuing, "I'm afraid that Linda and Vince McMahon died three years ago,"
Stephanie sat still and quiet, letting the new information sink in, as her eyes watered up with tears. She hadn't expected any of this when she'd walked into the bald man's office 20 minutes ago...she had expected him to say that her parents had left the country or something, but not this...not that they were dead.
"H-how?" She stuttered, making an effort to hold her chin up, and to keep herself composed in the man's presence.
"A plane crash,"
"Oh," was all she managed. The lawyer restored his glasses and looked down at his papers.
"Your father, Vincent Kennedy McMahon, left a will which entitled you and you brother, Shane McMahon, each to half an ownership of his company, World Wrestling Entertainment."
Stephanie stared at the man, shocked at what he'd just told her. Especially as Vince had hated her before she had left America, six years earlier.
"You must have made a mistake, my fa-"
"It is correct," The short man nodded and then picked up another piece of paper. "Your brother, Shane Brandon McMahon, is currently living in Australia, although he has left no address or contact number."
Stephanie frowned, wondering briefly why Shane would be in Australia when he owned half of the WWE, but she shrugged the thought off and let her lawyer carry on...
"Mr McMahon, left the country two years ago and signed a form which stated that he would hand his half of the ownership of the company over to you, Stephanie McMahon."
The blonde's eyes widened in complete surprise. She'd travelled back to America less than two days ago, with nothing but a few English pounds in her pocket, but now...now she was the owner of World Wrestling Entertainment...
The lawyer smiled, the first one she'd seen from him since she'd arrived to his office.
"Wow," Stephanie muttered, then a sudden thought entered her mind, "If my brother left two years ago, then who's been in charge of the company?"
The lawyer's eyes scanned a few other pieces of paper and then finally settled on what Stephanie decided must be the answer to her question.
"Um...a Mr Eric Bischoff," the man stated, looking up at her again.
The woman frowned. Eric Bischoff...she hadn't heard that name in a long time, but she remembered him well. He was a heartless, manipulative, misogynistic asshole.
"Is everything okay Miss McMahon?" The lawyer asked, noticing how the woman had tensed at his words. She obviously did not like this Bischoff character.
"Uh...yes, fine...I have to go," Stephanie said quickly, feeling the sudden need for some fresh air. She stood up, but the lawyer called for her to wait.
"Miss McMahon, would you please take these with you, and sign them," he handed her some sheets of paper and she frowned as she took them.
"What are they?"
"They are the documents for the WWE, stating your ownership and the power and control that you have," he smiled again, then added, "and you can fire him you know,"
"What? Who?"
"That Eric Bischoff guy...you can fire him,"
Stephanie smiled a little at that then walked to the door, "thanks, but I think I'll keep him on for a bit...I have special plans for him."
The short, bald man watched as she left the office, a wide smile across his face, "Welcome home Miss McMahon."
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"*You're* Stephanie McMahon?"
"Yes," the blonde sighed, becoming annoyed at the small, bald man's incessant questioning.
"*The* Stephanie McMahon?" He said, peeking over the top of his largely framed glasses. She watched him skim his fingers across some papers and had to stop herself from sighing again.
"Yes."
"Daughter of Vince and Linda McMahon?" He asked, oblivious to the woman's rapidly increasing impatience.
"Yes!" Stephanie nodded, rolling her eyes and glaring at her new lawyer.
The man squinted at her and then turned his attention to a small piece of paper he had in front of him.
"Yes, I believe you are," he muttered, more to himself than to Stephanie.
"Well?" She asked, "Do you have any information on my parents and brother?"
The man looked up at her question. There was something in his eyes, which told her that what she was about to hear was bad news, and she took a deep breath, urging him to tell her.
"Well..." The man sighed, removing his glasses and continuing, "I'm afraid that Linda and Vince McMahon died three years ago,"
Stephanie sat still and quiet, letting the new information sink in, as her eyes watered up with tears. She hadn't expected any of this when she'd walked into the bald man's office 20 minutes ago...she had expected him to say that her parents had left the country or something, but not this...not that they were dead.
"H-how?" She stuttered, making an effort to hold her chin up, and to keep herself composed in the man's presence.
"A plane crash,"
"Oh," was all she managed. The lawyer restored his glasses and looked down at his papers.
"Your father, Vincent Kennedy McMahon, left a will which entitled you and you brother, Shane McMahon, each to half an ownership of his company, World Wrestling Entertainment."
Stephanie stared at the man, shocked at what he'd just told her. Especially as Vince had hated her before she had left America, six years earlier.
"You must have made a mistake, my fa-"
"It is correct," The short man nodded and then picked up another piece of paper. "Your brother, Shane Brandon McMahon, is currently living in Australia, although he has left no address or contact number."
Stephanie frowned, wondering briefly why Shane would be in Australia when he owned half of the WWE, but she shrugged the thought off and let her lawyer carry on...
"Mr McMahon, left the country two years ago and signed a form which stated that he would hand his half of the ownership of the company over to you, Stephanie McMahon."
The blonde's eyes widened in complete surprise. She'd travelled back to America less than two days ago, with nothing but a few English pounds in her pocket, but now...now she was the owner of World Wrestling Entertainment...
The lawyer smiled, the first one she'd seen from him since she'd arrived to his office.
"Wow," Stephanie muttered, then a sudden thought entered her mind, "If my brother left two years ago, then who's been in charge of the company?"
The lawyer's eyes scanned a few other pieces of paper and then finally settled on what Stephanie decided must be the answer to her question.
"Um...a Mr Eric Bischoff," the man stated, looking up at her again.
The woman frowned. Eric Bischoff...she hadn't heard that name in a long time, but she remembered him well. He was a heartless, manipulative, misogynistic asshole.
"Is everything okay Miss McMahon?" The lawyer asked, noticing how the woman had tensed at his words. She obviously did not like this Bischoff character.
"Uh...yes, fine...I have to go," Stephanie said quickly, feeling the sudden need for some fresh air. She stood up, but the lawyer called for her to wait.
"Miss McMahon, would you please take these with you, and sign them," he handed her some sheets of paper and she frowned as she took them.
"What are they?"
"They are the documents for the WWE, stating your ownership and the power and control that you have," he smiled again, then added, "and you can fire him you know,"
"What? Who?"
"That Eric Bischoff guy...you can fire him,"
Stephanie smiled a little at that then walked to the door, "thanks, but I think I'll keep him on for a bit...I have special plans for him."
The short, bald man watched as she left the office, a wide smile across his face, "Welcome home Miss McMahon."
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