As if things couldn't get any worse, her job was in question now. It was almost more than Lita could bear to handle. She was being backed into a corner, either sleep with the bosses son or get fired? What kind of choice was that. She didn't want to do either. Shane wouldn't really get her fired... would he. What did he see her as? Like some kind of girl with no morals, who just sleeps around. There was so much more to Lita than that. Regardless of what her tv character may or may nor portray, Lita was not that girl. And she did not want to be treated that way.

"So, whats it going to be." Shane sits upright in his swivel chair and looks directly at Lita.

Lita's eyes appear to be distanced as she is completely lost in thought. Disgust. Horror. Could her job really be pulled from underneath her just like that. How could Shane do that to her. She was always very easygoing and hard working. She couldn't remember anytime when she really did something that Shane had a problem with. The ring of the phone that was sitting at the corner of Shane's desk startled Lita, causing her to jump a bit and bringnig her out of her thoughts and back to reality.

Shane was deep into a conversation by now, he looked at Lita and covered the reciever with his hand. "We can finish up here later, I have to take this call. So just think about what I said. Alright." Shane returned to his conversation, watching Lita as she left his office.

Lita walked through the halls not paying any attention, just going through the motions. When she finally got to her locker room, she pushed the door open and slumped down onto the big couch. Closing he eyes she tried to forget everything. Hoping to steer clear of Shane for the rest of the night, Lita decided to stay in her locker room for as long as she could. Maybe he would foget all about it, or change his mind. Maybe he wasn't being serious. Maybe he'd find someone else, someone a little more willing. A cold shiver shot up her spine, opening her eyes quickly she looked around the locker room, spotting Trish at the back corner.

"What's up Lita? You don't look like yourself today." Trish said concerned with her friends recent behavior.

"I just haven't been feeling to good today. I'll be fine thought, it's no big deal." Lita was half lying when she said this, the nausea only swept over her after her visit with Shane McMahon.

"You sure? You want anything? Water? I think I have some advil in my bag if you need it." Trish looked at Lita wanting to help.

"I think I'll be fine, maybe I'll just grab a water from my bag." Lita gave Trish a weak smile and stood up from the couch. Waiting for her stomach to settle she slowly started towards her bag. Once she pulled out a water bottle she immediately went back to the couch, and took a sip of the water, it was cold as it slid down her throat.

Trish looked at Lita and sighed, "Well if you need anything or if you need to talk just let me know. Okay?"

"Thanks Trish, I appreciate it, but I'm fine." Lita forced a small smile as Trish left the locker room.