Machelle froze for a moment, then, not knowing what to do, she ducked into an office and shut the door.

Jeremy walked up to Vince who asked him, "What can I do for you Mr. Mains?"

"Well Vince I just wanted to see if you got the letter?" Jeremy asked.

"I did get it," Vince said, his voice calm, "If that's all you came to tell me you can leave now."

"Okay, good, I also want to know when the next meeting of the board is going to happen?" Jeremy asked with a confident smirk. "Since, I do own a significant amount of shares in this company as well as some of the contracts of the wrestlers."

Even though she was hiding, Machelle had her ear pressed to the door to hear what was being said and what she heard infuriated her. Shaking, she was about ready to open the door and give herself away when she heard Vince speak.

"It's this Friday at nine in the morning," Vince said, his voice filled with confidence, knowing the shares and the contracts were really Machelle's. "I hope to see you then."

"I'll be there," Jeremy said. Turning on his heel, he left the conference room, heading for the front door.

Vince waited a few moments until he was sure Jeremy was gone from the building. "It's safe," he called out.

Machelle walked out from her hiding place, feeling relieved Jeremy was gone and more confident that she had control of the situation. She put her hand on Vince's shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, we have this," she said as she sat down.

Once she was seated, everyone turned their attention to her. "As I was saying before we were interrupted," she began, a smile on her face, "I know Jamie would never betray you or the WWE. Jamie loved you guys-" she paused as she saw Dean's eyes widen and heard a snort of laughter.

She tried again, "What I mean-"

This time she was distracted by a snicker from Roman. She shot him a look, but she could feel her own laughter trying to fight its way to the surface. Taking a deep breath, she tried one more time. "He did love you-"

Again she was interrupted, as Roman and Dean snorted with barely contained laughter. She glared at them, trying to will them to stop, but the glare turned into a grin and she found herself giggling along with them.

Vince looked at the three of them, shaking his head, obviously not as amused at this display of immaturity. But, a faint smile played across his lips as he waited for Machelle to pull herself together. Things had been so tense, it was not that surprising they were laughing, it was a mental escape valve.

"What I mean," Machelle said, "Before I was so rudely interrupted by the children," she gave Roman and Dean a mock-stern glare. "Is that he loved you like brothers." She turned to Vince now, and she was no longer giggling, but her voice was warm. "You, Vince, he thought of as a father figure and a very good business man."

Vince nodded, his expression never changing, but a combination of warmth and pain came into his eyes. The love and respect Jamie had felt for Vince was mutual and it was obvious Vince was suffering the loss of Jamie in his own way too.

After giving him a moment to collect himself, she continued, this time sounding completely professional.

"Jamie's legal name isn't James. It was Jamieson, his grandmother's maiden name. Jamie's father loved his mother, Jamie's grandmother, very much and she died two months before Jamie was born. He named his son in honor of her. When he signed legal documents, he always wrote out his full, legal name. Not James V. McKeanna." With a smug smile on her face she added." Do you guys know what his middle name was?" she asked

Dean, Roman, and Hunter shook their heads, but Vince looked at Machelle with a strange expression on his face. Only Machelle knew the reason.

"Your right." Vince confirmed with a smile, a smile that no one had seen since before this had started. He grabbed the piece of paper on the table and looked at it again. He was still smiling as he rose from the table and walked out of the boardroom without a word to anyone.

Machell didn't hesitate, she rose to her feet and followed him out the door.

"Hillary, can you get David Thomas on the phone?" Vince asked the receptionist, "Tell him I need to see him ASAP. He turned and went to his office.

Machelle followed right behind him. "Excuse me?" she asked, letting him know she was behind him.

Vince stopped and turned around " I'm sorry Machelle. I didn't mean to be rude and just leave like that."

"It's okay sir, I understand." Machelle said, "It's just that I have something else for you." She handed Vince the can that they found in Jamie's house.

Vince looked at the can, then to her, "What's this for?"

"It was Jamie's." she replied. "He said that if anything happened to him, that I should find the can, which I did, but I think he wanted me to give it to you."

"Thank you," he said.

He was looking at the can carefully, seeing if there was a way to open it. Machelle smiled and reached into her pocket, pulling out the object Dean and Roman had seen her take from Jamie's kitchen. "I think you might need this," she said.

He smiled. "You've thought of everything," he said, and proceeded to open the can. Inside there was a envolope. He took it out and opened it, and looked briefly at the contents then handed it to Machelle. "I think these are yours." As he hands Machelle the documents.

With shaking hands she takes the documents and read the letter on top :

Dear Machelle,

If you are reading this, then you've opened that can of Whoop Ass, and I'm gone. I'm sorry, I tried to protect you from all of this, but I can't do that anymore. I have to depend on my friends to help you. I know they will.

Please protect the shares and the contracts. I have heard from a trusted source that Jeremy is after them, and will stop at nothing to get them. He's having money problems and is desperate. He's already come to me for help, but I refused, because my accountant at McKeana Inc. discovered he's been embezzling funds from me. At the time I am writing this, we are trying to get together enough legal evidence to have him arrested and tried in court, but we haven't been able to do that. Still, I know it was Jeremy. But knowing and proving are two different things.

Please go and see Bill Torino. He will help you sort this out and explain more. He is a friend and he's the one who let me know what was happening.

Again I am sorry for dumping this on you Legs. Stay safe.

All My Love,

Jamieson Vincent McKeana.

She read the last three lines in a whisper and when she finished, she wanted to cry, the pain of losing Jamie hitting her again. The four men in the room stayed respectfully quiet, letting her pull herself together. 'This is not the time for tears,' she told herself, 'there will be plenty of time to cry, later, when Jeremy Mains is behind bars forever. In the meantime, I have to be strong.' She sniffled once, then drew herself up to her full height. "Well," she said, not a trace of her almost melt down in her voice. "I think our next step is to find Bill Torino."