After an hour of talking, and 'thank you' being spread around, Elis' Angela left the office pretty happy. Come to find out, Taker had been disappointed with the storylines and was terrorizing them for it. One glance at the script they'd written and she could see why. It was like soft porn for a "R" Rated show. Kissing french kissing Stephanie and trying to have sex with her? What the hell were they thinking? She simply told them that instead of kissing as husband and wife; they will slit their wrists and rub them together, thus making it official. It got her some weird looks but in the end, it worked.
Finally making it back to her office, Elis 'Angela sat at her desk and ate her meal with a smile on her face, completely oblivious to what was going on around her. They talked for a hot minute, during which Elis told her about her run-in with the writers. After the conversation was finished, she went back to her meal. Not noticing Stephanie talking to Mark outside the door.
"I see you finally talked some damn sense into those writers. They actually gave us something that will make the storyline exciting to watch. Who do I give credit to?"
Stephanie stopped smiling and put a professional edge to her voice. Even though she was only 16 years old, she was had more to worry about than most girls her age. Everyone knew that one day when Vince McMahon retired, leadership would fall to one of his children.
"Elis' Angela" The look he threw her was one of unbelief and anger. How dare she let that little brat touch his script!? Contaminating it with her filthy fingers, spilling tears over it and whatnot. Mark looked at the young McMahon, desperately trying and losing the fight to push her out of the way. He knew that she was hiding her somewhere in her office, for good reason to.
"Why the fuck did you let her put her slimy hands on it, Steph? I don't want to catch something-"
"Godammit Mark I will not have you talk about that poor woman like that." Her tone of voice caught must've caught him off guard. There was a malicious glint in his eye, like he wanted to raise his hand to her.
"Go ahead if you want Mark, hit me if you dare. But I'm not going to threaten you with your job. I'll do you one better. I'll make your life so miserable that you will wish you were fired. But that is nothing compared to the hell that my family will bring to this earth if it happens. Do we have an understanding of each other?
He gave her a hard look but she didn't back down. She was a McMahon through and through. Finally, he relented. "Yea. I understand." He was relieved to see that she hadn't called in the cavalry, but her demeanor hadn't relaxed one bit.
"Now when it comes to the woman sitting in that office, I want you to respect her. That means no more of this bullshit about her scars and her being a bitch. You will tell her that she is beautiful and compliment her even if it kills you in the process. This is fucking ridiculous and it ends today! Not tomorrow but TODAY!" With that she walked off, shaking her head and muttering about a disgrace.
Mark could only stand there with his mouth clenched in frustration. It's not like he gave a shit about the little twerp. She would be gone within a few months, under 3 if he had anything to do with it. Sure he came down hard on her, but it was for a reason. In his 17 year living on his own, he learned the hard way, to never trust any woman that wasn't his mother.