Chapter 3 – Fender Bender.
Randy hit the breaks quickly in his car and stopped the engine then climbed out quickly locking the door as he strolled away. He took a sip of his coffee and pushed his sunglasses on top of his head and yawned he couldn't believe it was Tuesday already.
It had been a late night for him last night he'd spent most of it on the phone to his father who had eventually persuaded him not to press charges or take any legal action against the restaurant. Randy hadn't realised that the restaurant had belonged to Vince McMahon a close personal friend to the Orton Family they both ran in the same wealthy circles.
Pressing the button on the elevator that led from the underground parking garage to his office block upstairs he waited impatiently for it to ping. Walking inside he pressed the button and leaned back against the wall then glanced down at the paper in his hands and began to read it as he climbed the forty two floors to his office.
Seconds later the doors opened to reveal a chaotic looking environment people walking with hands full of papers, files, briefcases and other things you'd fine in a corporate environment. The place was full of people scattered about talking to each other or talking loudly on telephones. Randy exited the elevator and walked straight through the middle of it all getting hello's as he did.
Most people would stop what they were doing as he walked by and smile at him. Randy was the boss and had a lot of power it used to be his fathers company but his father had taken early retirement a few months ago and it was all Randy now. Luckily for him he had learnt a lot from his father and had taken easily to being in charge he had even manage to raise profits in the last six months. He also had a very experience team behind him that he could rely on to get the job done.
Randy finally walked into a large room at the back and up to a desk with a blonde haired woman sat behind she smiled as she saw him.
"Good afternoon Mr Orton," the blonde smiled.
"Afternoon…" Randy looked at his watch and true it was twelve fifteen pm he shrugged, "do you have any messages for me Jillian?"
"Yes your mother called several times, your father about an hour ago and so did Stacy and Chris called too about hockey tickets says it's important," Jillian said giving him a stack of messages, "those are the others."
Randy skimmed through them and tossed them in the trashcan and flashed a smile at Jillian, "could you go get me a sandwich?"
"The usual?" Jillian stood up immediately.
"You bet, I'll be in my office," Randy handed his secretary some money and walked through to the next room.
The room was twice the size as the first one and painted white with black accessories like picture frames and furniture. There was a huge flat screen TV that hung on one wall with a large black leather sofa opposite it with a coffee table in the middle. Randy dropped his paper and coffee on the table and walked over to his enormous desk at the very end of the room. Sitting back in his large leather backed chair he yawned again looking out the window at the surprisingly sunny day.
Reaching over he hit speed dial on his phone and waited for someone to answer. After a few seconds a familiar voice answered.
"Chris Jericho speaking," Chris spoke in a professional tone.
"Hey Chris talk to me man," Randy said as he had the phone on loudspeaker and leaned back.
"Oh hey man how's it goin' another late start I see," Chris laughed going back to his normal tone of voice.
"Well it was a late night," Randy replied, "but moving on I hope you've got good news for me."
"Don't I just…" Chris said excited, "I talked to Shane this morning and he's going away on a business trip to California which that means his box is free for the game Wednesday so he gave me the tickets," Chris finished speaking, "have great I am?"
"Nice," Randy nodded approvingly, "so it's nice to see at least one McMahon is still speaking to you," Randy laughed.
"Only not that one I had hoped," Chris sighed.
"She'll come round man don't worry about it," Randy said trying to be sympathetic but just not sounding it.
"She's threatening to divorce me Randy," Chris reminded his friend.
"Oh yeah I forgot about that…" Randy stopped talking as he heard a beeping noise, "Chris I'll ring you back someone's one the other line."
"Au revoir," Chris called out before hanging up.
Randy waited until he hard the click then reached over and pressed the button that was flashing and sat back.
"Randy speaking,"
"Randy it's your father," a loud voice boomed through the speakers.
Randy's smile dropped, "oh hey pops how's it going?" Randy asked trying to sound cheerful.
"So your mother called me earlier she says you're not returning her calls, are you?" Bob Orton asked loudly.
"She calls everyday I can't speak to her all the time I'm a busy guy," Randy said shrugging although his father couldn't see.
"Randy just call the damn woman once every few days that's all I ask. She's driving me crazy I'm thinking about coming back to work just to get away from her," Bob yelled.
"Okay I will," Randy said rolling his eyes. He hated speaking to his mother more than once a month, she was always worrying and fussing over him.
"Good make sure you do, now about my birthday party it's this Friday remember," Bob continued to speak.
"Yeah how could I forget?" Randy said casually.
"Well it's my sixtieth and it's important. Your mother has spent months planning this inviting the right people, getting the right food, the right venue and other crap like that," Bob said.
"Yeah dad I know so what are you saying?" Randy looked confused.
"Well she wants you to bring a date to this party and Randy I mean a normal date don't pull any of that shit you pulled at my Fiftieth okay," Bob explained.
"Dad I get it I've got a date already," Randy shrugged again.
"No Randy I mean a normal woman not the ones you usually date, your grandparents are going to be there okay," Bob raised his voice.
"Fine I'll bring a normal girl," Randy rolled his eyes smirking.
"Don't roll your eyes at me boy," Bob said even though he couldn't see Randy, "I'm serious you upset your mother and I'll come out of retirement just to kick your ass. Now you do you understand?" Bob said loudly.
"Yeah," Randy sighed.
"Good because you screw up and I'll…"
"Yeah I know you told me," Randy sighed.
"Good job…now how's the car doing by the way?" Bob changed his tone of voice to intrigued.
"I'm picking it up in a half hour they said its ready to go it just needed a few dents banging out of it," Randy explained his face turning into a smile.
"Try to be careful next time okay son twenty thousand dollars is a lot of money for a few dents," Bob said annoyed.
"Yeah I know but it wasn't my fault," Randy said quickly.
"Like last night wasn't too I figure," Bob sounded suspicious.
"Look pops I gotta go I'm about to have my lunch I'll call you later okay," Randy said having had enough of being yelled at by his father.
"Okay bye." Bob hung up.
Randy sighed and sat back not giving much thought to what his father had told him as he didn't need any extra stress at the moment. Smiling as he thought about his car and how great it was going to look when he picked it up later today. Randy had been involved in an accident last week when he was talking on his cell and not paying attention of course he didn't tell anyone that but he had driven through a red light and another car had slammed into him. Instead of claiming insurance Randy just gave the man some money for the damages and got his own car repaired.
Jillian entered the room with a sandwich in her hand, which broke Randy's thought as he remembered how hungry he really was.
An hour later on the other side of the city Trish pulled her jacket closer to her as the wind bit at her face and hands although the sun was out it was still bitter cold. Trish continued walking down the sidewalk dodging through people as she made her way through crowd. Finally she reached her destination and looked up at the sign Masters Auto Garage. Finally she was able pick her car up as it was ready and waiting as she had been told this morning when they had called her. Walking inside she was greeted by the smell of oil and grease and loud banging and drilling noises.
Spotting the man she needed she made her way over to him.
"Hey Chris is she ready?" Trish asked smiling.
"You bet we even polished her up for you no charge," Chris smiled throwing the dirty rag he was holding over his shoulder and motioning Trish to follow him.
Trish smiled excitedly and followed the garage owner Chris Masters to the back where she saw her bright red car waiting. Jumping up and clapping her hands together she smiled widely and ran over to it. Chris followed slowly and stood at the hood of the car.
"It was a problem with the fuel pipe we…"
"I don't understand what you're saying but thank you," Trish smiled.
"Okay, just remember to keep it topped up and it should run smooth," Chris said handing over the keys.
"So what's the damage then?" Trish asked nervously.
"Well with the parts and the labour I say about three fifty," Chris said.
"Really," Trish asked.
"Well I suppose because it's you I'll give it to you for one fifty," Chris smiled.
"Thank you I guess it helps to know the boss," Trish smiled.
Trish then followed Chris into the office where she signed some papers and had some coffee and talked with Chris for a while as the pair where friends. Chris used to work at Phoenix but had left about a month ago to start his own auto mechanic garage, which had been a huge success. Finally she finished talking and walked out to her car climbed inside and started the engine smiling as she heard it purr.
Over at the front of the garage a man was observing his own car and the repairs that had been made to it.
"It's great you can't see the damage anywhere," Randy smiled looking at his blue Porsche.
"Well we do good work Mr Orton," a mechanic told him.
"Can I write you a cheque for the cost?" Randy asked.
"Certainly," the man handed him a bill to which Randy nodded and took his chequebook out.
"Here you go that orta' cover it plus tips," Randy handed over the very expensive cheque.
"Drive safe," the man handed Randy the keys and walked away.
Randy smiled and leaned down and kissed his car which he loved more than anything in the entire world he had been devastated by not having it for a week. Climbing inside he took a deep breath in taking in the aroma of the leather interior he smiled and started the engine to hear his baby roar.
Just as he was about to step on the pedal his cell rang loudly leaning over he picked it up and answered it.
"AJ hey man how's it going?" Randy asked happily.
"You got her back yet?" AJ asked.
"Sat inside her right now you should see the job they've done it's amazing I tell you I'll be coming here again," Randy explained as he put his foot down on the pedal and moved forward a little.
"So I spoke to Chris about Wednesday's game," AJ spoke excited.
"Yeah it's gonna be awesome…SHIT!" Randy stopped speaking and yelled loudly as he slammed into another car, "fuck me!"
"You okay?" AJ asked.
"Dude I'll call you back I gotta go," Randy sighed.
Randy threw his cell on the passenger seat and slammed his hands against the stirring wheel swearing loudly. After a few seconds he climbed out furious as ever slamming the car door and walked towards the car in front of him. Stopping still his tilted his head back and laughed out loud as he saw the other driver.
"Your trying to ruin my life aren't you?" Randy asked.
"You drove into me asshole!" Trish yelled throwing her hands up in the air.
"I did not you drove in front of me!" Randy yelled pointing between the cars.
"You were on your cell phone I saw you!" Trish screamed walking forward pointing at him.
Randy shook his head, "women drivers."
"Excuse me!" Trish yelled.
"Look what you did to my beautiful car," Randy yelled pointing at his Porsche.
"Look at my car jerk!" Trish pointed at her own car.
"That heap of junk please, my bumper is worth more then your entire car," Randy spat back enraged.
Trish shook her head furiously as she began to walk forward this was it she was surely going to kill him now.
Two hours later Randy was back in his office sat at his desk silently waiting for his father to respond to what he had just told him s few seconds previous suddenly…
"What the hell do you mean it happened again!" Bob Orton boomed through the speakers on Randy's phone.
"Look pops it wasn't my fault the crazy bitch drove in front of me I had no time to stop," Randy lied calmly.
Bob didn't respond he was simply silent for a few seconds, "don't you lie to me boy!" Bob yelled louder than Randy thought possible.
Randy rubbed his eyes and sat back in his desk chair he had dreaded making this call since this afternoon when his altercation with Trish had happened. The truth was he was entirely to blame just like last night but he had remained true to form and had denied it just like he did last night.
That was the easy part making people believe he did nothing wrong but the hard part was trying to make his father believe as Bob Orton was a man with a short fuse and he knew Randy better than Randy knew himself so he knew immediately when Randy had informed him of the accident it was Randy's fault.
"I'm not lying honestly," Randy said nervously.
"Randall Keith Orton I'm giving you one more chance to tell me the god damn truth or else I swear I'm gonna…"
"Okay, okay, it may have been a little bit my fault," Randy shrugged.
"A little bit?" Bob wasn't buying it.
Randy sighed, "fine it was all my fault just like last night," Randy said in one breath.
"So what are you doing about it then?" Bob asked.
Randy shrugged to himself, "nothing," a long silence followed Randy's comment which he knew was bad, "pop?"
"I've spent forty years of my life building up that company you are currently in control of and I'm not about to watch you throw it down the drain because you think with you penis instead of your brain!" Bob yelled again.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Randy sounded offended even though it was the truth.
"Law suit Randy does that ring any bells, if she decides to press charges just think of what would happen to the reputation of the business it would be ruined and all because your doing nothing!" Bob continued yelling.
"What am I supposed to do then?" Randy couldn't help raise his voice as he was getting a little frustrated.
"You are going to take your sorry ass back to that restaurant and find her then you are going to apologize for today and last night…" Bob began to speak until Randy cut in.
"You're joking right there is no way I'm…"
"Don't you ever interrupt me! As I was saying you are going to go and apologize to her and offer to pay for the car repairs," Bob finished signalling for randy to go.
"Pop I don't think that's such a good idea she kinda hates me you should have seen her today. She was going to kill me if the owner of the garage hadn't have stopped her, I'm telling you she had this crazy look in her eyes," Randy argued.
"Randy I do not care how she feels about you it's the company I care about so you are doing it no ands, ifs or butts got it?" Bob yelled.
Randy sighed knowing there was no possible way out of this, "yeah I got it," Randy slumped down in his chair thinking of the embarrassment this was going to cause him.
"Call me when you've done it and by that I mean today,"
"WHAT!" Randy blurted out, "today I can't do it today," Randy said quickly.
"Randy your doing it so deal with it, just remember what I said okay…now I have to go your mother wants me…don't forget!" Bob said then hung up.
Randy hit a button on his phone and leaned back in his chair looking at the clock on his wall it read five twenty that gave him enough time to go home and shower then hit the restaurant as soon as it opened at seven pm, apologize which would take him about five minutes he didn't plan on staying long then he could meet the guys out and try to make the best of his disastrous day.
Randy sighed loudly and put his head down on his desk thinking about what he was going to have to do and the humiliation it was going to cause him when he did it. He had already been humiliated enough by her last night and then today was the icing on the cake. To have to go and speak to her one more time was bad enough but he had to apologize to her something he did to nobody.
A/N: I can't believe how easy this story had been for me to write it just seems to flow lol. Anyway another meeting for Trish and Randy went as well as the last one. Next chapter almost done should be up soon this was just suppoed to be a Trish/Randy story but the other characters have a life of their own and i'm writing stuff for them too lol.
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