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After a few moments of Sasha's staring, Shane became nervous. "Is everything alright?"
Sasha quickly shook her head and responded. "Yes, sorry about that, you look alot like someone else I know." She walked up to his desk and offered her hand. "I'm Sasha Meier, it's nice to meet you."
"Shane McMahon," he said, returning the handshake. "And the pleasure is all mine."
"Sasha is our new vice-president, and I was hoping the two of you would get to know each other before we put her through the ringer," Kevin informed Shane.
"The ringer?"
"Press conditioning, job requirements, travel arrangements, et cetera," Shane explained to her. "We can set up a time for that sometime before you leave today."
"Sounds like fun," she replied dryly.
"It most certainly isn't. If you two will excuse me, I've got an appointment with JR." Kevin excused himself, leaving the two alone.
"So, Sasha, tell me a bit about yourself."
"Well, I'm twenty-seven years old, I gradueated from NYU with a degree in media and communications, and I live in Bridgeport with my older brother Jayce and his dog Jack. I was told about the position here by my boss at ESPN, where I worked my way up from an intern. That's about it."
"Sounds interesting. Any other family nearby?"
"Just my parents, but they live in Danbury."
"OK, well, do you have any questions about me?"
'Only a million,' she thought to herself, but instead said, "Why don't you just run down the basics?"
"Alright. I'm thirty-one, I graduated from Boston College, and my degree is in media specializations. I live here in Stamford all by my lonesome, though I do get frequent visits from my-"
"Hi baby!" a new voice interrupted. Sasha turned to see a perky blond slinking towards them.
"Hi honey," Shane said, and gave the girl a kiss. "Sasha, this is my fiancee, Bridget."
Sasha clenched her teeth and shook Bridget's hand. "Nice to meet you."
"You too. Why are you here?"
Shane, a bit embarassed by Bridget's rudeness, answered for her. "Sasha is the new Vice President of New Media, she was hired about twenty minutes ago."
Bridget did not look pleased. "Oh. Well, I just came up to see if you wanted to grab lunch today?"
"I'd love to, but I was actually going to ask Sasha to go out so we could discuss some things."
Sasha jumped in before Bridget could throw the fit she was sure she would. "I appreciate the offer Shane, but I've got plans with my brother anyway."
Shane shot her a grateful look. "Another time then. If you want to stop and talk with Emma, my secretary, on the way out, she can set you up with a time for your 'ringing'."
"That sounds great Shane, thank you. I'll see you later then." Fifteen minutes and one appointment later, Sasha was back on the road with only one thought on her mind. 'How could SHane have a fiancee?'
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Jayce was waiting, cake in hand, when Sasha came through the door. "Hold the cake Jayce, I've got something I need to figure out." She reached for the phone and was dialing before Jayce could even respond. "Hi Dad, is mom there? OK, thanks." As she waited for her mom to get on the line, Sasha answered Jayce's look. "Yes, I got the job, but I'll explain the rest later. Hi Mom." Sasha turned away from Jayce when her mother Michelle got on the phone.
"Hi honey, what's going on?"
"Are you busy this afternoon?"
"Not at all, what did you need?"
"Is it ok if I come out there? I could use a talk and a ride." Her parents lived on a farm, and horseback riding was one of Sasha's favorite ways to relax.
"That's fine Sasha. When should we expect you?"
"I'll leave around two, so by six?"
"See you then."
"Bye Mom." Sasha hung up and plopped down in the seat across from Jayce, who just gave her another odd look.
"Care to fill me in?"
"I met my soulmate today."
"Um, I don't think you can know he's your soulmate right away."
"Yes, I can. But the problem is, I met his fiancee five minutes later."
"OK, I am really confused here."
"Join the club Jayce. For once, I have no clue what is going on. Why do you think I need to go talk to Mom?"
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Sasha felt much better by the time she got to her parents later that night. She couldn't help but smile as she pulled up the long, winding driveway- coming home to Mom always made her problems seem miniscule. Sasha parked and went right to the barn, knowing her mom would already be there. "Hi Mom," she said, and gave her a hug.
"Hi sweetie." Michelle pulled back and got a good look at her daughter. "Don't you just look prettier every time I see you?"
"You only say that because I look just like you." And she did. With her dark brown hair, blue eyes, and soft features, Sasha was the spitting image of both her mother and grandmother.
"Of course."
"Is Daddy inside?"
"No, he's over at Rich's," Michelle replied, referring to their next door neighbor. "He knew we would want to talk."
"Good." They got their horses ready and were soon slowly riding around the land. "Mom, do you remember when I was about thirteen, I told you I dreamt about the man I was going to marry?"
Michelle chuckled at the memory. "Vaguely. Shane something or other, right?"
"McMahon, and I met him this morning."
Michelle's eyes widened in surprise. "You what?"
Sasha nodded. "He's the president of my division."
"But that's great honey!"
"Great that I found him, but I think I'm too late."
Michelle shot her a confused look. "Why is that?"
"He's already engaged."
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After a few moments of Sasha's staring, Shane became nervous. "Is everything alright?"
Sasha quickly shook her head and responded. "Yes, sorry about that, you look alot like someone else I know." She walked up to his desk and offered her hand. "I'm Sasha Meier, it's nice to meet you."
"Shane McMahon," he said, returning the handshake. "And the pleasure is all mine."
"Sasha is our new vice-president, and I was hoping the two of you would get to know each other before we put her through the ringer," Kevin informed Shane.
"The ringer?"
"Press conditioning, job requirements, travel arrangements, et cetera," Shane explained to her. "We can set up a time for that sometime before you leave today."
"Sounds like fun," she replied dryly.
"It most certainly isn't. If you two will excuse me, I've got an appointment with JR." Kevin excused himself, leaving the two alone.
"So, Sasha, tell me a bit about yourself."
"Well, I'm twenty-seven years old, I gradueated from NYU with a degree in media and communications, and I live in Bridgeport with my older brother Jayce and his dog Jack. I was told about the position here by my boss at ESPN, where I worked my way up from an intern. That's about it."
"Sounds interesting. Any other family nearby?"
"Just my parents, but they live in Danbury."
"OK, well, do you have any questions about me?"
'Only a million,' she thought to herself, but instead said, "Why don't you just run down the basics?"
"Alright. I'm thirty-one, I graduated from Boston College, and my degree is in media specializations. I live here in Stamford all by my lonesome, though I do get frequent visits from my-"
"Hi baby!" a new voice interrupted. Sasha turned to see a perky blond slinking towards them.
"Hi honey," Shane said, and gave the girl a kiss. "Sasha, this is my fiancee, Bridget."
Sasha clenched her teeth and shook Bridget's hand. "Nice to meet you."
"You too. Why are you here?"
Shane, a bit embarassed by Bridget's rudeness, answered for her. "Sasha is the new Vice President of New Media, she was hired about twenty minutes ago."
Bridget did not look pleased. "Oh. Well, I just came up to see if you wanted to grab lunch today?"
"I'd love to, but I was actually going to ask Sasha to go out so we could discuss some things."
Sasha jumped in before Bridget could throw the fit she was sure she would. "I appreciate the offer Shane, but I've got plans with my brother anyway."
Shane shot her a grateful look. "Another time then. If you want to stop and talk with Emma, my secretary, on the way out, she can set you up with a time for your 'ringing'."
"That sounds great Shane, thank you. I'll see you later then." Fifteen minutes and one appointment later, Sasha was back on the road with only one thought on her mind. 'How could SHane have a fiancee?'
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Jayce was waiting, cake in hand, when Sasha came through the door. "Hold the cake Jayce, I've got something I need to figure out." She reached for the phone and was dialing before Jayce could even respond. "Hi Dad, is mom there? OK, thanks." As she waited for her mom to get on the line, Sasha answered Jayce's look. "Yes, I got the job, but I'll explain the rest later. Hi Mom." Sasha turned away from Jayce when her mother Michelle got on the phone.
"Hi honey, what's going on?"
"Are you busy this afternoon?"
"Not at all, what did you need?"
"Is it ok if I come out there? I could use a talk and a ride." Her parents lived on a farm, and horseback riding was one of Sasha's favorite ways to relax.
"That's fine Sasha. When should we expect you?"
"I'll leave around two, so by six?"
"See you then."
"Bye Mom." Sasha hung up and plopped down in the seat across from Jayce, who just gave her another odd look.
"Care to fill me in?"
"I met my soulmate today."
"Um, I don't think you can know he's your soulmate right away."
"Yes, I can. But the problem is, I met his fiancee five minutes later."
"OK, I am really confused here."
"Join the club Jayce. For once, I have no clue what is going on. Why do you think I need to go talk to Mom?"
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Sasha felt much better by the time she got to her parents later that night. She couldn't help but smile as she pulled up the long, winding driveway- coming home to Mom always made her problems seem miniscule. Sasha parked and went right to the barn, knowing her mom would already be there. "Hi Mom," she said, and gave her a hug.
"Hi sweetie." Michelle pulled back and got a good look at her daughter. "Don't you just look prettier every time I see you?"
"You only say that because I look just like you." And she did. With her dark brown hair, blue eyes, and soft features, Sasha was the spitting image of both her mother and grandmother.
"Of course."
"Is Daddy inside?"
"No, he's over at Rich's," Michelle replied, referring to their next door neighbor. "He knew we would want to talk."
"Good." They got their horses ready and were soon slowly riding around the land. "Mom, do you remember when I was about thirteen, I told you I dreamt about the man I was going to marry?"
Michelle chuckled at the memory. "Vaguely. Shane something or other, right?"
"McMahon, and I met him this morning."
Michelle's eyes widened in surprise. "You what?"
Sasha nodded. "He's the president of my division."
"But that's great honey!"
"Great that I found him, but I think I'm too late."
Michelle shot her a confused look. "Why is that?"
"He's already engaged."
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