Stephanie breezed onto the ninth floor of the WWE Headquarters a couple of
days later with a genuine smile on her face. "Morning Janet!" She called to
her father's secretary cheerfully.
The nearly retired lady looked at her bosses' daughter warily before turning back to her computer.
"And I hope you have a wonderful day too." Stephanie answered back, setting her cup of coffee on the table as she rummaged through her mail. "Wow, a whole bunch of nothing." She muttered, dropping the pile in the trash as she picked her cup back up and retreated to her office. There was work to do.
She opened the door only to find Shane sitting in the chair opposite of her desk, a newspaper in his hands. "What are you doing here?" She asked, a little surprised at his sudden appearance.
Shane set aside the paper and rested his elbows onto her desk. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued about how you're going to do this little hacking project."
"It's not a little hacking project." She snapped. She sat down in her chair and reached down and flipped on the computer. "It's going to be our ticket back into the company." She corrected, picking up her purse. She pulled out the disk she was looking for and grinned at Shane's look of amazement.
"I'm not even going to ask how you got that." He said simply, propping his feet up on the table.
"Can you do me a favor?" Stephanie asked, keeping her eyes on the computer as she clicked away on the keyboard. She didn't wait for Shane's response and went on. "Go lock the door so I don't have any interruptions." Not even having to look up to know Shane was doing it, she grabbed a couple of sheets of paper and glanced down at them. "Shit."
Shane sat back down across from her. "What's up? The hacker comes to a roadblock?"
Stephanie didn't answer him and furrowed her brows as she studied the paragraphs further and breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, nevermind. I thought for a second that Mom had more power then Dad in the company. If that was the case it'd be impossible to break in."
"Because Mom's a lot smarter then Dad?" Shane guessed and she smirked.
"Exactly."
About five hours later, Stephanie still sat in front of the computer as Shane was pacing on the other side of the room, a bored expression on his face. He sat down on the floor right in front of the door and stretched his legs out as he picked up a pad of paper and a pen. He sat in silence for a couple of minutes and then held up the piece of paper with a smirk. "Hey Steph, who does this remind you of?"
Stephanie glanced up and laughed out loud as she saw the caricature portraying her soon to be ex-husband. His arms were spread out in a seemingly threatening manner and his nose stuck out a good six inches. "You're very talented." She managed out, shaking her head at her supposed to be older brother.
"You better recognize." Shane responded with a nod of his head.
"Hold on a sec." Stephanie murmured. She put her hand on the mouse and scrolled down the screen as some of Vince's records and files came into view. She sat back in satisfaction as the names 'Stephanie McMahon' and 'Shane McMahon' popped onto the screen. "Got 'em." She said triumphantly.
Shane jumped up off the floor and rushed to her side as they scanned through the legalities, terms, and conditions of their contracts. "Can you edit them?" He asked, looking at his younger sister with a little more respect.
"Are you doubting me?" Stephanie asked, a fake-indignant look on her face. She typed a few things into the computer and managed to pull up the same program her father used when he was creating and destroying contracts. "What are we thinking, at least five more years?"
"Make it seven to be on the safe side."
"And control of our own faction." Stephanie muttered, more to herself as her eyes scanned the newly created contracts. She checked the date to make sure that nothing else had been changed and clicked on 'finalize'. She pulled the signature box from her desk drawer and handed Shane the device for signing.
He leaned over and signed his name with a flourish as he watched it appear on screen. Stephanie followed suit and signed her name on her own contract. She looked up and noticed the blinking red light on the top-right corner of the program and got a panicked look on her face.
"What's wrong?"
"Somebody else is trying to get on." She whispered. "It's probably Dad." She finished typing on the keyboard and clicked 'save' as she quickly signed off the program. She held her breath and then let it out until her main screen came into view with a little box saying 'You have successfully created/edited a contract. Thank you for using this program Mr. McMahon'.
Shane crossed his arms over his chest and a smile spread over his face. "No all we gotta do is gather our talent and prepare for the second invasion."
Stephanie smiled and switched off her computer as she grabbed her purse. "We'll worry about that tomorrow."
"I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Alright, later Shane." Stephanie watched as he walked down the hall towards the elevator and locked her office behind her as she patted her purse securely.
A smile swept across her face, time to invade again
The nearly retired lady looked at her bosses' daughter warily before turning back to her computer.
"And I hope you have a wonderful day too." Stephanie answered back, setting her cup of coffee on the table as she rummaged through her mail. "Wow, a whole bunch of nothing." She muttered, dropping the pile in the trash as she picked her cup back up and retreated to her office. There was work to do.
She opened the door only to find Shane sitting in the chair opposite of her desk, a newspaper in his hands. "What are you doing here?" She asked, a little surprised at his sudden appearance.
Shane set aside the paper and rested his elbows onto her desk. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued about how you're going to do this little hacking project."
"It's not a little hacking project." She snapped. She sat down in her chair and reached down and flipped on the computer. "It's going to be our ticket back into the company." She corrected, picking up her purse. She pulled out the disk she was looking for and grinned at Shane's look of amazement.
"I'm not even going to ask how you got that." He said simply, propping his feet up on the table.
"Can you do me a favor?" Stephanie asked, keeping her eyes on the computer as she clicked away on the keyboard. She didn't wait for Shane's response and went on. "Go lock the door so I don't have any interruptions." Not even having to look up to know Shane was doing it, she grabbed a couple of sheets of paper and glanced down at them. "Shit."
Shane sat back down across from her. "What's up? The hacker comes to a roadblock?"
Stephanie didn't answer him and furrowed her brows as she studied the paragraphs further and breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, nevermind. I thought for a second that Mom had more power then Dad in the company. If that was the case it'd be impossible to break in."
"Because Mom's a lot smarter then Dad?" Shane guessed and she smirked.
"Exactly."
About five hours later, Stephanie still sat in front of the computer as Shane was pacing on the other side of the room, a bored expression on his face. He sat down on the floor right in front of the door and stretched his legs out as he picked up a pad of paper and a pen. He sat in silence for a couple of minutes and then held up the piece of paper with a smirk. "Hey Steph, who does this remind you of?"
Stephanie glanced up and laughed out loud as she saw the caricature portraying her soon to be ex-husband. His arms were spread out in a seemingly threatening manner and his nose stuck out a good six inches. "You're very talented." She managed out, shaking her head at her supposed to be older brother.
"You better recognize." Shane responded with a nod of his head.
"Hold on a sec." Stephanie murmured. She put her hand on the mouse and scrolled down the screen as some of Vince's records and files came into view. She sat back in satisfaction as the names 'Stephanie McMahon' and 'Shane McMahon' popped onto the screen. "Got 'em." She said triumphantly.
Shane jumped up off the floor and rushed to her side as they scanned through the legalities, terms, and conditions of their contracts. "Can you edit them?" He asked, looking at his younger sister with a little more respect.
"Are you doubting me?" Stephanie asked, a fake-indignant look on her face. She typed a few things into the computer and managed to pull up the same program her father used when he was creating and destroying contracts. "What are we thinking, at least five more years?"
"Make it seven to be on the safe side."
"And control of our own faction." Stephanie muttered, more to herself as her eyes scanned the newly created contracts. She checked the date to make sure that nothing else had been changed and clicked on 'finalize'. She pulled the signature box from her desk drawer and handed Shane the device for signing.
He leaned over and signed his name with a flourish as he watched it appear on screen. Stephanie followed suit and signed her name on her own contract. She looked up and noticed the blinking red light on the top-right corner of the program and got a panicked look on her face.
"What's wrong?"
"Somebody else is trying to get on." She whispered. "It's probably Dad." She finished typing on the keyboard and clicked 'save' as she quickly signed off the program. She held her breath and then let it out until her main screen came into view with a little box saying 'You have successfully created/edited a contract. Thank you for using this program Mr. McMahon'.
Shane crossed his arms over his chest and a smile spread over his face. "No all we gotta do is gather our talent and prepare for the second invasion."
Stephanie smiled and switched off her computer as she grabbed her purse. "We'll worry about that tomorrow."
"I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Alright, later Shane." Stephanie watched as he walked down the hall towards the elevator and locked her office behind her as she patted her purse securely.
A smile swept across her face, time to invade again