I had my own freaking locker room. That was going over board and what was sitting on the hook on the back of the door was so not happening. I walked over to the desk and saw the script was sitting on the desk. I sat down in the cushiony rolling chair and began to read it. I had gotten completely through it once and half way through a second time when there was a knock on my door.
"Hey there, Brooke-y. Can I come in little sister?" It was Hunter and he sounded kind of nervous.
"I guess, Hunter." I waited until he walked into my office, but he was followed by my sister. "Is there something I can help you both with?"
"Yes. You can be a good face of the WWE. You can look presentable, and proper. You will wear the suit that I picked out for you and you will stick to the script. Do I make myself clear Brooke?" Stephanie looked me dead in the eye to try and tell me she meant business.
"Hmm I think I make a better face of the WWE than you. I will look how I want to look and be as proper as I normally am. I will wear what I want and use the script like a suggestion as I always have. Now I believe I am in charge, so get out of my office. I have a meeting to conduct in fifteen minutes if you want to be there you can if not I will see you when I see you." I looked back down to the script and decided I was going to be me. Mom did say it was Brooke's debut and I intend to be Brooke Lynn McMahon.
I slowly walked down the hall to catering and could hear the buzz of conversation going around the room. I walked in and saw Phil standing against the back wall with his baseball cap over his eyes. He had his back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. But I could still see the smile that spread across his face when everyone quieted down when they saw me.
"All you need to know about me is that I am now in charge. I don't care how Hunter did things and I really don't care how Vince did things. From here on out we do things my way. If you don't like it now you had better learn to like it. If you never do then I suggest finding another place to work." I smiled as all of the people's jaws dropped. I turned on my heel and walked out of the room. I was half way down the hall when I felt arms around my waist.
"You are so mean to everyone baby. I like that attitude you have, only with them though. I will always love the loving side of you, the side that anyone but me rarely sees. Please don't ever be that mean to me. It would break my heart." He pulled me up against his body. I felt him drop kisses onto the skin where my shoulder met my neck.
"Now, now Phil, she has to go on T.V. tonight. You wouldn't want a hickey on her neck when she goes out to greet the masses that have waited for her return. Because I knew the suit that Stephanie picked out wouldn't get worn. She has her own style. She always has." We turned to see Shane standing behind us with a smile on his face.
"You know very well that it wouldn't be the first time I went on television with a hickey. But I guess you are right. Is all of my stuff ready?" I questioned, with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course everything is ready even the make-up person has the exact same brand and shade of make-up that you have always used. But we are going with red tonight to make you stand out a little bit. We do need to get you ready for the show." He tried to pull me away from Phil. "We will get you ready; in the mean time Mom and I need to talk to Phil." Shane yanked on me again. This time I let go. I was shuffled to the wardrobe and make-up.
I was dressed and getting my make-up done when Phil texted me. I have a surprise for you when you get out there baby. You will love it too. PJB
