A real mixture of emotions ran through Trish Levesque's head as she sat at her desk later that afternoon. Firstly satisfaction due to the fact that she had served her bastard husband with divorce papers and therefore soon would not be Trish Levesque any longer. Possibly even more satisfying was the fact that she had put Stephanie McMahon flat on her back with one punch and almost certainly given her a beauty of a black eye.
Unfortunately that was also where the problem lay. She had hit Stephanie McMahon and almost certainly given her a black eye which meant that sooner or later one thing was for sure; Laura Molinaro would find out. Trish dreaded to think what would happen then, she had visions of her career disappearing again just when she thought she had saved it with her impressive creative work over the last few weeks.
She decided that the best thing to do was tell the boss what she had done herself rather than wait for her to find out and then explode. Wanting to get the unpleasant task over with as soon as she could she decided to head for Laura's office right away. As she walked into the outer office she asked the secretary, "Is it possible to see Mrs. Molinaro for a few minutes? Is she free?"
"She's free but I don't know if you can have a few minutes. Wait a moment." The secretary picked up her phone and a few seconds later said, "I have Trish Levesque asking to see you..." Apparently she was interrupted as the next thing she said was, "Yes of course." After replacing the phone she addressed Trish, "You can go through."
Trish nodded and walked towards the door to Laura's office and could not help wondering if she would have a job when she came back out. Everyone knew that it depended a lot on the mood Laura was in rather than what was actually being discussed to dictate how a conversation went with her. Trish had certainly never met anyone who even came close to being as temperamental as Laura in her life. Maybe it was something to do with being half Italian? Or maybe that had nothing to do with it at all? Either way Trish pleaded for her boss to be in a good mood as she opened the door.
Laura had a smile on her face and greeted Trish with an almost warm, "Good afternoon." This appeared to be a good start so Trish smiled back and made sure to pronounce her name perfectly, "Good afternoon Laura. Uh... I have something I'd like to discuss please."
"Me too. Take a seat." As Trish sat down Laura continued as if she had not heard that Trish wanted to discuss something, "I was reading the latest ratings earlier. Despite Triple H being injured we have not had the drop off that I expected. You should be pleased with your work, I am."
It did not escape Trish that Laura had avoided using Paul's name or referring to him as her husband and she was thankful for that as well as the praise of her work, "Thank you, that means a lot. I'm putting one hundred and ten per cent into this trial..."
Laura cringed and she interrupted, "One hundred per cent. You cannot put one hundred and ten per cent into something, it's impossible. I hate it when people say that." Trish saw the first hint of irritation in her boss' eyes and her jaw had tightened slightly. How was it possible for one simple turn of phrase to annoy someone this much?
"Right, one hundred per cent. Sorry I..."
"What did you want to discuss?" This was another thing that always made Trish uneasy when speaking to Laura. She would throw a question at you before you had finished responding to the last thing she had said. There was only one thing to do and that was come straight out with it, "The thing is I uh... went to Paul's condo at lunch and uh... when I got there Stephanie McMahon opened the door and I... I uh... punched her in the face."
Trish had expected Laura to explode out of her chair and go right off the deep end but this had not happened. All she had done was pick up a silver fountain pen from her desk and start playing with it in her right hand as she stared impassively at Trish. After a few seconds which seemed like years to Trish she spoke slowly as if under the impression that she might have misheard, "You punched... Stephanie McMahon... in the face?"
"Yes." What else was there to say?
Laura stood and began pacing backwards and forwards between the windowed wall at the back of the office and her desk. Trish kept her mouth shut and waited with her heart racing for what would come next as she watched the tall woman pace the office with an unreadable expression on her face, still playing with the pen in her right hand. Several long moments passed like this before Laura spoke and again her voice was quiet, almost conversational as she continued to pace, "Over the years I've heard it all. I've been called hot headed, unstable, crazy, wild, stupid, a bitch, a nut job, hell I was even asked if I'm bipolar once but you know the truth of it? The truth of it is simple, I react on instinct. Something pisses me off I explode because that's my instinct. Someone says something stupid to me I snap at them because that's my instinct. I make business decisions on instinct. That's why I kept you on and fired your husband and so far I've been proved correct. My instincts don't let me down Trish."
"That's what everyone admires about you," Trish said in a lame attempt to suck up as she wished she had been in the room when whoever it was had asked Laura if she was bipolar. The suck up attempt failed as Laura snorted, "Please. Let me explain something to you Trish. I don't give a crap about you or anyone else who works for me but that's a good thing. It means you're judged purely on your performance. That's why I'm here, to make you people perform and you, like everyone else here, will perform or you will be fired and replaced by someone who will. I realise that this means everyone here dislikes me and I'm totally fine with that, I'm not here looking for friends."
Trish figured that while this was cold and harsh at least it was honest, one thing you could always rely on from Laura who continued, "What I'm trying to say is that in that situation I would have reacted on instinct and done exactly the same if not worse than you did. Therefore I'm going to have a written warning placed on your record which I know is your first and we'll say no more about it..."
"Thank you, thank you so much," Trish interrupted with relief.
Disregarding the interruption Laura repeated, "We'll say no more about it... on two conditions. One, tell me what you know about the relationship between Paul and Stephanie."
That was certainly no problem for Trish whose voice was full of disgust, "Paul openly told me that they're living together. She's obviously playing nurse to him."
"Is she now?" Trish saw the gleam in her boss' eyes and wondered what it meant for Paul and his slut, hoping that she was correct in suspecting that it was nothing good. Suddenly she was taken completely by surprise as Laura's pacing ended at her desk and she leant on it with both hands and loomed over Trish with her green eyes still gleaming before demanding coldly, "Two, tell me how you got Paul's new address."
Trish knew she was in trouble. She knew that obtaining someone's personal information the way she had was not something that should be done, maybe it was even illegal? Did Laura really know somehow that she had improperly gotten Paul's address from Mike Thomas in the personnel department? How could she? But what if she did? It had been made crystal clear previously that lying to Laura was a seriously bad idea and if you were caught doing it you were in seriously deep shit.
The hesitation from Trish was all the confirmation Laura needed on what she suspected but she still had to make Trish give her a name, "Let me help you out a little. You and Paul hate each other yet you wanted to see him in person therefore I'm guessing you wanted to serve him divorce papers, yet you needed his address. How am I doing so far? You obviously didn't get it from Paul so how about you fill in the blanks for me Trish? How about I give you five seconds to give me a name of who in my personnel department thinks they have the right to give out other people's personal information?"
As Laura's gleaming green eyes burned into her Trish felt her palms sweating. It was clear that someone was going to be fired for this and she no intention of it being her. After at most three seconds Trish caved, "Mike Thomas."
With a satisfied sneer Laura sat back down, "I've never heard of him but tomorrow morning I'm going to have him come in here and I'm going to fire him. You do anything like this again you'll join him. Clear?"
"Crystal," Trish confirmed before she was caught off guard again, "When you hit McMahon did you do it hard?"
"Nearly knocked the bitch out," Trish's tone conveyed the pride she felt in the punch she had delivered.
For the first time Trish sure a wide and genuinely happy smile on Laura's face, "Good. There's nothing I despise more than liars and cheats and between them those two have got that more than covered. You may go now."
Trish stood to leave and made it half way to the door but at that moment the door opened and a smartly dressed man with well kept short brown hair and a few days worth of stubble walked in. She had never seen him before but she noticed that he had walked into the office with a much more relaxed demeanour than she would have expected from someone walking in to see Laura and he had a smile on his face too. The reason soon became apparent as he said cheerfully, "Hey sweetheart."
"Hey yourself," she heard Laura say happily behind her.
Trish stopped in her tracks, wondering if she was still on the right planet. Sweetheart? Laura? Seriously? This guy must be her husband but even so the word seemed ludicrous when applied to Laura. She heard Laura address her, "Trish meet my husband and your new boss Daniel, he's taking over as COO from Monday." Trish's eyes widened in surprise. A new boss and not only that Laura's husband? What if he was like her? Two of them in the place, how would that possibly be bearable? Laura was still talking, "Dan meet Trish Levesque, she's Head of Creative. Well, she's on trial at the moment but we'll discuss that."
Dan smiled kindly at Trish as he held his hand out, "Good to meet you Trish."
"Very nice to meet you sir," Trish said with a smile of her own.
"Call me Dan and don't worry, I'm nothing like this one," Dan pretended to confide in her which left her in an awkward spot. How to respond to that? A swift change of subject seemed like the best option, "So you're in charge of talent relations now?"
"No, we're restructuring and hiring someone for that role specifically but department heads will be reporting to me," Dan explained.
"Looking forward to it," Trish smiled again. Reporting to anyone would be preferable to Laura and this guy seemed to be much warmer, almost friendly although they had only just been introduced.
"You can go now Trish," Laura urged.
Trish nodded to Laura and gave Dan a little smile as she hurried across the office and out of the door. She was relieved just be escaping with her job intact but now there was also the hope that he would hardly ever have to deal with Laura again. This was well worth a sigh of relief as she closed the door behind her.
As the door closed Laura stood as her husband walked towards her and asked, "Are you terrorising people again?"
"No. Terrorising is tomorrow's job," she smirked slyly.
"Do you really have to be so evil?" Dan teased as he walked around his wife's desk.
"You wouldn't have me any other way."
Dan pulled her to him. The two were the same height with Laura in her heels and Dan looked straight into her beautiful green eyes, "I'll have you any way I want."
"Not in here you won't."
"Want to bet?" With that he clamped his mouth over hers and the two began to kiss passionately as Laura wrapped her arms behind his neck and moaned with pleasure. She felt herself beginning to catch fire immediately as Dan let his tongue graze against her own but she pulled away for long enough to breathe, "The door isn't locked."
"I told your secretary no one was to come in, if they do I'm sure she knows you'll fire her." With that the kissing resumed. Laura felt a rush at the thought that her husband was actually going to fuck her in her office with her secretary only feet away on the other side of an unlocked door. Dan was now opening her blue blouse with one hand as they kissed. "So fucking sexy," he grunted as her chest was exposed.
"You're going to fuck me in my office?" Laura asked submissively.
"Damn right I am, call it a welcome gift. Get on the desk." She was lifted and placed on the edge of the end of the desk and they both had their suit pants and underwear down quickly. Dan knew his wife would be ready for him, she had never been one to require much foreplay and he knew she would be feeling the same rush that he was right now which was ideal for him as he was rock hard and ready to drill her.
Laura spread her legs and breathed, "Do it then." Dan grabbed her hips roughly with a hand either side and entered her with a quiet, satisfied moan. Laura took over the moaning duties as his thrusts began. As she moved with his rhythm and he began to fill her the moaning got louder until she was ordered gruffly, "Shut up, just fucking take it."
Take it was exactly what she did for the next few minutes. Dan saw the dark skin of her hands turn white at the knuckles as she gripped either edge of the desk as tightly as she could and began to moan again despite the need not to until she had to put her own fist into her mouth and bite down on it to stifle her scream of pleasure as she came. Feeling his wife quivering underneath him and seeing her desperate attempts to keep quiet Dan released himself into her with as quiet a grunt as he could manage and then decreased his thrusts slowly before pulling out of her. He took in laboured breaths and looked at his wife as she lay there breathing heavily with her eyes closed and her jet black hair messily spread over the surface of the desk with a satisfied smile on her face. "You look so sexy when you've just been thoroughly fucked," she was told cockily.
Suddenly remembering where she was Laura jumped up from the desk and fixed her clothes as her husband did the same. As she straightened her blouse she faked sternness, "Just remember I'm the boss." Suddenly her husband was nose to nose with her again with a smile on his face, "Only in the office."
Laura whispered sarcastically, "Oh please."
"You know it's true. I'm going to have a look round the place and meet some more of the guys then I'll head home."
"Okay."
With another passionate kiss lasting several moments and a smile he walked across the office towards the door.
"I love you," Laura purred.
Dan turned at the door with the smile still on his face, "I love you too, boss."
As she began an attempt to fix her hair and watched her husband leave Laura considered that convincing him to come work for WWE may have been one of the best decisions she had ever made. She was certainly loving it so far.