I stood up and opened the bathroom door, "Thanks dad, thanks for throwing me in the bathroom I really appreciate that." That was stupid! What are you doing? You need your dad on your side on this or you're fucked! Stop sounding so angry.

I noticed my jacket was on the floor, "Why is this on the floor? As if some asshole throwing a drink all over it wasn't bad enough!" I picked it up but as I did my dad snatched it from me and hurled it across the room, "Forget the damn jacket! Have it cleaned, buy a new one, who cares?"

"Daddy I'm sorry ok, please don't be mad." I saw Paul wince as I said daddy, he knew I found it so easy to pull my dad's strings and get my own way when I wanted it. "I did what needed to be done. That guy thinks he's bigger than my company... our company. How dare he try and dictate to me when he's going to drop the title and who to? Who the hell does he think he is?"

My dad sat down on the couch and motioned for me to sit next to him, "Even if what you say is true Steph you can't just go off the deep end like that and do something that can have such a bad effect on the company. You know that."

Paul came and perched himself on the side of the couch next to me, "Your dad's right honey, what were you thinking? If John walks out and goes to TNA we're in big trouble. You know ever since Dwayne Johnson bought out TNA their ratings are through the roof while ours are in the toilet. If Cena goes there we're screwed." Not going to happen honey, I've got Rocky covered.

I took his hand, "You know Rocky hates Cena honey, everyone knows that. There's no way he would hire him."

He snatched his hand away from me, "Rocky? Seriously? You know I hate that!" I tried desperately not to grin. Jealous.

I turned to my dad as he spoke, "You really think Rock hates Cena enough to turn down the chance to sign him? It's business not personal, I just can't see it that way." This is the weak point in your plan you better come up with something.

I looked down and distractedly started to fiddle with my skirt, "I just can't stand to be around the guy dad, you know what he tried to do to me. I did tell you both about it. Every time I'm in the same room as they guy he just... looks at me. It makes me uneasy." That should work.

Paul took my hand again, "You know he'd never do anything to you baby, not while I'm around."

I carried on looking down and said quietly, "And what about when you're not around? Like the first two times? I had to practically fight him off the second time before he could..." I let my voice trail off. Being a good actress was useful occasionally.

Paul snapped ay my dad, "I told you Vince! Look at the state she's in. You talked me into letting it slide for the sake of the company but look at her. It's okay honey."

I looked at my dad and gave him my puppy dog eyes full of tears, "It's not okay daddy. You guys wouldn't do anything to help me. It was hell for me every time I saw him. I did the only thing I could to get him out of my life. You need to support me on this now because if you don't I can't carry on here."

My dad pulled me to him and hugged me tightly, "I can't believe I'm considering this, it will cost the company millions of dollars."

I pushed myself away from him and screamed "That's always what matters to you isn't it? Money! What about me? What about family?"

I'd finally managed to make myself start crying so Paul came and held me. I cried into his shoulder as he said to my dad, "Vince you know what I think on this."

My dad stood up and came over to me. I let him turn my face towards his and brush my hair away from my face, "If we're going to do this we need to say it was my idea or the board won't let it happen. I'll speak to them tomorrow princess." Perfect.