Jeff rested his head down onto his cloud print comforter. He took a deep breathe and smiled to himself as thoughts of her ran through his head. It had been nearly three weeks since Emilie went back to New York yet the scent of her Yves Saint Laurent perfume still seem to linger on his skin. He couldn't wait for her to come visit him in North Carolina. This was his chance to show Emilie the other side of himself, the side away from wrestling. Of course wrestling was his life but there was a whole other side to him that was only brought out by his home and he wanted Emilie to see it. The side that loved to paint and write poetry, the side that rode motorcycles in his front yard and swam in the lake behind his studio. The side that was a somewhat normal person. He was extremely excited about introducing Emilie to his friends. People like Shane, Shannon, Joey, and Christian. The guys that had been with him and Matt long before the WWF was even a distant reality. But most important, Jeff wanted her to meet his father. After his mother's death Jeff's father was left alone to raise his two sons while maintaining a job and a home. He was truly Jeff's hero and Jeff knew that he would simply love Emilie. Suddenly the high pitch sound of the telephone rang through the air. Taken over by his giddiness Jeff shot up form his bed and grabbed the receiver.

"I was just thinking about you."

"Oh dude I didn't know you cared." Came a male's voice on the other end.

"Oh hey Shane" Jeff answered with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Wow man you sure blow hot and cold."

"Sorry I thought you were..."

"Emilie. I know. How are things with the little lady?"

"Great, I'm just waiting for her too call. She's trying to see if she can get off of work so she can come visit next week."

"Why wouldn't she be able to come?"

"Her boss is a real dick. She's spent the pass week or so just trying to come up with an elaborate excuse, it's ridiculous."

"I guess the sick grandmother well was running dry."

"Yeah you can only milk that one for so long before it becomes old."

"What do you think she'll come up with?" Shane asked

"I don't know. But if know Emilie I'm sure it'll be something interesting."

"Two weeks!" a man's voice yelled over the phone. Emilie knew this would happen. In all her years at Olympic she hardly ever requested off. Even after Chris died, she was back to work the next Monday. Yet despite that fact Mitch was still less then lenient with her vacation time. He would go off on a twenty minute lecture about her responsibility as a general manager or the employee's dependence on her, anything to justify himself. In the end he would usually win and Emilie's off time would be a forgotten dream. But not this time. It was one week until SummerSlam and there was no way Emilie was going to miss it. Not only was it a chance to spend two weeks with Jeff but it was also an opportunity to meet all of Jeff's friends and his father. And there was no way Mitch was going to stand in her way.

"Absolutely not! August is our busiest mouth, there's no way our general manager could just disappear for two weeks!" he continued to yell.

"But Mitch this is very important. I need off."

"What could possible be so important that you're willing to risk the destruction of my store?"

Emilie knew this was going to take more then a sick relative. She'd have to dig down into her secret stash of bullshit for a believable excuse.

"It's a Jewish holiday...its Rhhahminsmeel day." She said carefully pronouncing the rough R's and H's she leanerd from Hebrew school. Knowing Mitch was a Lutheran Emilie figured he'd have no idea she was making up the holiday.

"Rhhahminsmeel day?"

"Yes" she answered "it's the time of the year when we celebrate the...harvest."

"Harvest of what"

"Um...potato latkes"

"Wait..."

Emilie could tell he wasn't really buying; she had to punch it up. If she tried to explain this made up holiday Mitch would see right through it.

"Look Mitch the point is that I need the time off. Or I could just make a call too the state department of labor laws and inform them that not only am I being denied overdue vacation time but I am also unable to practice my own religious beliefs. I wonder what kind of settlement I can get out of that."

Emilie smiled with triumph as she hung up the phone. Not only did she get time off, with pay, but she managed to leave her loud mouth boss speechless. It's amazing how easily people buckle when you attack their wallet and Mitch was no different. Emilie had to laugh; the funny thing about it was that she wasn't even a practicing Jew. Sure she celebrated most of the major holidays but she hadn't been to temple since she was thirteen, but if spending two weeks with Jeff meant she needed to relearn her haft torah well then Barukh atah Adonai.