I headed back to my room and tried to do some work on my laptop but it was impossible to concentrate. All I wanted was to hear from Paul or especially from my dad. He'd flown back last night so that he could be in the board meeting first thing. Time dragged by so slowly as I waited for my phone to ring. Suddenly it was vibrating loudly on the table. Please let it be you dad.

It was Paul. I answered the call, "Hi, are you okay?"

He sounded as if he was, didn't sound stressed, "I'm okay honey, are you?"

After I assured him I was fine he said, "The guys weren't happy to start with but we've got a few ideas on how we can run with this."

I interrupted, "Yeah, about that. I was thinking... what if we make out it really was a storyline and we make people think that Cena will be back, like in a few months or whatever. Like we're covering for some injury he has."

"Yeah we had that suggestion too, but the problem is... Well, he's just going to go public and say that we screwed him for real and he's not working for us anymore. Also what if he goes to TNA?"

How to answer that? That really is the weak point in this. At least as far as everyone else knows.

"You know Ro.. oops Dwayne isn't going to hire Cena, he hates the guy. We all know that. I told you that last night."

Paul mumbled, "Yeah and you called him fucking Rocky then too."

"What was that honey?" I asked innocently even though I'd heard him.

His voice returned to normal and he changed the subject, "Did your dad call you yet?"

"No, I'm starting to feel sick. I hate waiting, it drives me crazy."

He tried to sooth me, "I know it does, try and relax. He will call soon. I should go. I'll see you soon."

"Okay, love you." I ended the call. It must have been another hour that dragged by before my dad called. I snatched the phone, "Dad? What's happened?"

My dad sounded stressed and tired, "I've been up all night Steph and that meeting was hell so I'm not going talk you through all of it yet but what you need to know is we're going with what we discussed last night, If Cena doesn't show up Thursday for Smackdown, so you better hope he doesn't. I'm going to go now okay?"

I was so relieved, "Thank you daddy, try and relax okay, and get some sleep?"

"Yeah." He ended the call.

Thank god! What a relief! You're done now John. You are done! I better hope he doesn't show up Thursday? I'll make sure of it! i've put to too much into this to let it fail now.

I'd already thought of a way to make sure Cena wasn't there Thursday, well... just about for sure.

I picked up my phone once more and called Rocky. He answered after a couple of rings but when I heard his voice it wasn't directed to me, "I need to take this, I'm going to take it outside."

I waited for him to come on the line as presumably he walked out of whatever meeting he was in the middle of. Eventually he spoke to me, "Hey princess, couldn't resist calling me that quickly? You've got it bad, you only sent a text an hour ago!"

I laughed, "Shut up Rocky, that was way more than an hour ago!"

"But you don't deny you couldn't resist calling me? That's very interesting Mrs. McMahon."

I was still grinning, "Would you stop? I need you to do something for me."

He pretended to groan, "Let me guess, you've fired Randy Orton and I'm not allowed to hire him?"

"I'm serious Rocky, I need your help. Please?"

He stopped making a joke out of it, "What is it princess?"

I gulped, "Could you uh... call John Cena and have him come meet you Thursday night? Offer him a job or whatever you need to do just get him down there."

"I must have put something other than sugar in my coffee, what did you just say?"

I dug my nails into my forehead, my head had started pounding, "I need him not to show up at Smackdown on Thursday night. Can you get him down there to see you? Tell him you're interested in signing him... tell him whatever. Just keep him away from Smackdown for me? Please?"

Rocky thought about it, "So you want me to tell him I will sign him, get him down here so that he breaches his contract with you and then stab him in the back and refuse to sign him anyway?"

"Yes Rocky."

He instantly replied, "Ok. I'll do that for you. But what do I get in return?"

I was confused. What can I offer him? Why is he asking me for more?

"Uh... what can I offer you? What do you want?"

I could tell he was smiling, "I'll do that for you, but in return I want to see you."

Oh god.