Stephanie sat up straight in her new desk that was moved into Eric's office. She insisted on having her own office, but Vince insisted they share one since they will be working together anyways.

She smoothed out her light black skirt for a moment then went back to the paperwork she had in on the desk in front of her.

Right as she put her pen on the paper Chris Jericho walked in, mad as hell for some unknown reason.

"Eric!," he shouted as he walked in.

Stephanie looked up and smiled, "He hasn't shown up to the arena yet Chris," she then turned her attention at the contract in front of her.

Chris walked over to Stephanie and placed both of his hands on the desk, leaning in toward her, "Okay then, I'll talk to you about what it is I need then."

She looked up and glared, "Fine, make it quick."

"Everyone is getting a title shot at Benoit other then me! I've worked my ass off in this business, I think I deserve to fight the champ! But you don't see me with any titles in my hands do you? Of coarse not, cause I've never been given the opportunity!," Jericho ranted.

Steph kept a stern look on her face as she spoke to him, "Well Chris, have you tried actually challenging the champion? That could help just a little," she smiled.

"Don't be a smartass with me Steph! We all know the real reason why you're here. The Godfather wasn't hiring anymore hoes so Vince put you as Co-GM! Pft, anyone can do that. All you have to do is screw Eric to get your way! Or have you already?," he mouthed back.

Steph just kept smiling, "Chris, there was a time your stupid comments used to get to me, but now they don't. I know when things don't go your way, you take them out on people who are right in front of you. Well, it won't happen. Tonight, you will face HHH and .. Hmmm let's say .. Kane? It will be a triple threat for the number one contendership for the championship."

"Fine! But if Evolution comes out to help HHH-"

Stephanie cut him off, "They will be barred from ringside."

Chris was happy now, "Alright, that's good enough," with that he left the room, walking past Eric on the way out.

"What was that all about?," Eric asked suspiciously.

"I just made a match," Steph pretended like it was no big deal as she continued writing.

"You...made a match. me?," he walked over to her and Stephanie stood up and leaned over her desk.

"Yes, I did. I have the power to do so, so I did it."

Eric was outraged, "You aren't supposed to do that Stephanie, you are supposed to check with me before-"

"That's funny, cause when Mick or Steve Austin were Co-GM's you didn't seem to argue with them. Was that because you knew they could beat you within an inch of your life?," she smiled.

Eric gave her the look of death, "If it were up to me, I would fire you right now."

Stephanie shot back, "But it isn't up to you is it Eric?"

Stephanie then stood up and walked over to the table that had the coffee machine and styrofoam cups on there along with creams, and sugars. She picked up the cup but Eric turned her around and looked her in the eyes.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to get some coffee, or do I need your permission for that too?," she asked sarcastically.

Eric was about to open his mouth until he heard his cell phone going off.

"We'll get back to this conversation in a minute," he glared, then picked up his cell phone and answered it.

Stephanie didn't pay attention to who he was talking to, she just poured her coffee, put a lid on it then sat down in the comfy leather couch in the office.

Eric then hung up his cell phone after the not so pleasant conversation he had at the other end.

"Well, sounds like your ex husband isn't too thrilled about his match tonight, he'd rather have Benoit one on one for the title, thinking he deserves it more then Kane and Jericho."

Stephanie just looked at him with a confused expression on her face, "He should be happy I put him in the mix, I could've put Randy Orton or someone else who wasn't deserving of a shot."

Eric walked over and sat next to her on the couch, looking at her for a moment, "You're only saying that he deserves a shot because he's your ex husband. But remember who he signed with in the beginning. He didn't choose you Steph. Get over it."

"Get over it? You're telling me to get over something? How about you get over the fact that I will not let you be in total control of RAW now that I'm here? Face it Eric, you need a little assistance more then you think, and I'll be the one who makes sure that you don't screw up. Or, maybe I will let you screw up, and I can be the one who makes the good matches. That way I'll be the GM of RAW, and you'll be kicked off to the side!," Stephanie smiled proudly.

"I can't believe how much of a bitch you can be sometimes," he sneered.

"And I can't believe how much of an asshole, pervert, and arrogant jerk off you can be sometimes Eric," she smiled.

"If you had any idea of how much I hated you-"

"You would have no idea how much I hated you Eric..," she cut him off as she put her coffee down.

Eric grabbed her and pulled her to him, looking at her for a moment almost trying to seem threatening but instead leaning in as if he was about to plant a kiss on her.

"Let go of me Eric..," she demanded.

Knock Knock There was a knock at the door for a moment.

"Come in!," Stephanie shouted out.

Eric rolled his eyes then let go of her, realizing she was trying to get someone to interrupt the "moment," they had.

The two Co-GM's looked up and saw HHH standing there.

Stephanie gulped a little, "Hey, Hunter..uh, HHH, what can I .. what can we do for you?," she smiled.

"What can you do for me? What can you do for me Steph? First off, you can cancel that damn match you put me in! You could have me face Benoit tonight for the title and make sure that your nephew (HHH glared at Eric when he spoke about Eugene) doesn't screw me over again."

Stephanie and Eric exchanged glances, trying to figure out what to do about the match.

"Well?!," HHH yelled, obviously impatient.

"I'm thinking HHH, alright? I'm trying to fix Stephanie's mess..," Eric glared at her.

"It's not my mess, I can only please one person when it comes to matches, you know that. Someone will always be dissatisfied," Stephanie realized both men could make a joke out of what she just said but she hoped they wouldn't.

"It seems you leave a lot of people dissatisfied don't you princess!?," Eric mocked her.

"Shut up Eric, just shut up!," she demanded.

"Ooh, I feel so threatened by you Steph!," he said with complete sarcasm in his voice.

HHH just stood there in his wrestling attire, "I'm tired of this bullshit, I'm heading out to the ring, I can see you two are too busy arguing to care about anyone else but yourselves!"

"Hunter, no, that's not true!," Stephanie said, but it was too late, he already left.

After the door slammed Stephanie stood up and glared at the man in front of her, "This is all YOUR fault! How could you not give HHH a title shot to begin with!? He's on the top of the roster isn't he? Isn't he?!," she felt like unleashing all her frustrations on him at that moment.

Eric then stood up and moved in within inches of Stephanie, "I think you're blaming the wrong person Stephanie. HHH lost his title quite a while back, that was his fault, so now there's a new number one contender. He will be facing Benoit at the next Pay Per View, after that, whoever wins the match tonight will face the champion, whoever it may be," he tried to remain calm.

Eric and Stephanie tried not to talk to each other the remainder of the night until the last match of the evening. It was JerichovsHHHvsKane. They watched very carefully as the match went on, Stephanie seeming more and more worried when she saw HHH get hurt in the match and made it obvious.

"Oh my god..," she said under her breath as she saw Kane throw HHH down on the concrete floor as if he was a small child.

Eric turned to her, his curiosity taking over, "Do you still love him?," he asked her.

She looked at him for a moment and a little bit of anger and frustration consumed her, "how could you ask me that?," she said.

"Well you seem pretty upset when he gets beaten down by other wrestlers, I mean-"

"I don't love him. Not after what he put me through," she laid back against the couch and tried to remain calm.

"In my opinion I think he put you in your place princess. He just said what all of us were thinking," he smirked.

"That's not true and you know it! People just don't know the real me, Hunter did, Kurt did..," she sighed.

"Jericho did..," Eric snickered.

"That's not funny," she sneered.

Eric stood up as the last few minutes of RAW were about to end, Jericho had just pinned HHH, the crowd was cheering and some counting - "1.....", the crowd counted, Stephanie mouthed, "2...," and as he watched Eric said, "3." It was over. HHH had lost the match, the new contender was Chris Jericho.

Stephanie sighed then stood up, taking some mints out of her purse she popped a few in her mouth and headed for the door.

"Wait, Stephanie...," Eric called out to her.

She turned and walked toward him, "What is it Eric?"

He looked at her and then down at the floor, "Well, we should probably plan our main event for next Monday, don't you think?," he said in a "well duh," type of way, but that wasn't what he really wanted to say to her.

"Yeah, I guess so..," she put her bag down and sat on the couch next to him.

It seemed they talked for an hour or so about the main event, arguing about who should be in it, and for what title - then before they knew it, it was past midnight.

Stephanie yawned, "What time is it?"

Eric looked at his watch, "It's 12:45. Hm. Didn't know any of our conversations could be that long," he was remotely surprised.

"I better get going..," she said.

"Yeah, we all know you need your beauty sleep," he smirked.

"Eric, I'm way too tired to win an argument with you," she then walked out the door.

About 15 minutes later he walked out toward the exit and tried to open it, but he couldn't get it to budge.

"What the-," he said to himself.

"Everything's locked," a familiar voice appeared behind him.

Eric turned around quickly, not knowing anyone else was in the building other then him.

"My god Stephanie! Lurk much?," he held his heart then looked the other direction, trying to find another exit.

She just looked at him, exhausted and annoyed, "I've already tried the other exits. We're locked in."