Stephanie parked her car in front of the restaurant when she arrived at the address she had been given. She wore a dark blue suit and a white blouse. Judging by the look of the place from the outside she was not over dressed. She was a little surprised as she thought the Cena family was struggling for money.

As she walked in she was greeted by a smartly dressed staff member. "I'm meeting someone, I'm not sure if he's here yet? Mr. Cena."

"Yes he's here, this way please." Stephanie followed as the man led the way. Stephanie had met the man she was here to see briefly on a few occasions backstage at events but she had never really spoken to him. She would not have recognised him anyway. As he stood to greet her she was shocked by his frail appearance. She took the hand he offered and noticed his weak shake. "Hello Stephanie."

They both sat down, "Hi John, shall we order first?"

"I'm not going to be ordering, I couldn't eat anyway. I'm not going to stay long."

"Uh... okay." Stephanie was confused. What was this?

John did not look her in the eye and he picking at one of his fingernails, "I uh... well to be honest I've wasted your time in coming down here but I do want to apologise again for what my son did to you."

Stephanie began to wonder if she was losing her mind again, "I thought we were here to discuss your treatment?"

"Look at me Stephanie. Isn't it obvious? I haven't been getting treatment. It's too late for that now. My cancer is too aggressive, I needed that money weeks ago, not now. It's no good to me now."

Stephanie was dumbfounded, "What? But why did you ask me to come?"

Now he looked her in the eyes and his own were cold, "To see first hand what you have done."

Stephanie's mouth dropped open, "I... What I've done?"

"Yes, what you have done. My son would have paid for my treatment but thanks to you he couldn't. I just wanted you to know that. I'll be dead within two months." With that announcement he stood to leave.

Before he could walk away Stephanie told him, "Two months can be a long time John, believe me, I know." John was about to walk away again when she asked, "Why meet me here for this? Why not at your house?"

"I wanted you to see what you've done Stephanie, not get killed by my sons."

After he walked away Stephanie sat at the table for at least ten minutes trying to take in what had just happened.

Stephanie walked into Paul's office and flopped into a chair in front of his desk. Paul raised his eyebrows in surprise, "That doesn't look good?"

She sighed, "He's a rotten bastard just like his son."

"What do you mean?" Paul was now even more surprised by the hostility.

"He got me down there just to announce to me that he hasn't had treatment and he's going to die. He wanted to tell me it was all my fault. I guess that's what you get when you try to do a nice thing for someone. That fucking family is something else."

"That's a pretty cruel thing to do but Jesus, are you okay? You seem real mad about this."

After a moment Stephanie sighed, "I don't care Paul, there's your honest answer. I don't care about that old bastard or his son, at least until I stand there and watch when he gets given ten years. I've got you and the girls, I've got my dad and Shane and..."

"And what Steph?"

"And I have a company to run now, dad can't do it forever. It's time for me to step up."

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