Chapter 12

After sleeping for 10 hours straight and realizing she had a day off, Geneva finally decided to call the WWF back to find out what all was involved with this job offer. Her heart nearly stopped when a voice sounded over the phone, recognizing him. It was Gerald Briscoe, the one who left the message on her answering machine and that made her feel a little more at ease.

"Hello this is Geneva Foley. May I speak to Gerald Briscoe. I'm returning his call from last night." She said in a professional tone, not wanting to assume it was him and sat on the couch, sipping some tea to calm her nerves.

A minute later, a soft almost mumbling voice answered. "This is Gerry." He scratched his head, trying to remember a Miss Foley then perked. "You're returning the call about working with our medical staff? What we're looking for Miss Foley is someone to help our lead trainer, Larry. It's a lot of time on the road because you'd have to travel from place to place with us." He had no idea she'd already done this job before two years ago.

"Okay, what all involves this job?" She asked, writing notes down, nodding.

Geneva had plenty of experience and training on everything listed, including working with Larry and knew she could do this easily with closed eyes. But was it too easy? Was there going to be any obstacles or...competition involved? This wasn't going to be a two week deal, Geneva would be agreeing to work for the WWF permanently, which meant signing a contract and everything. Geneva sighed as she listened to the man over the phone, being informed she would have to fly to Stamford, Connecticut for a meeting with Vince McMahon.

"I suppose it can't hurt. I haven't made a final decision yet and I would need at least two weeks' notice to inform the medical center I currently work for."

"That's fine, Miss Foley. We'll send you a round trip ticket then?" Gerry asked politely, smiling when she agreed. "It'll be there tomorrow morning." He didn't bother adding it would be first class, assuming she'd know that. They were wining and dining her after all. "We look forward to meeting with you, Miss Foley. There will be someone waiting for you at the airport."

Geneva blinked, not believing how fast this went, and agreed before hanging up. She then called UWMC, telling a little white lie, saying she had a family emergency and had to go out of town for a few days. She smiled when the Chief Richard Webber told her to be safe and hung up, knowing she was leaving tomorrow morning, rushing to immediately pack.

Stamford, Connecticut. Geneva had never been there before, even though she lived in New York throughout her childhood, mostly being raised by Aunt Colette and Uncle Mick. Was Uncle Mick still in the WWF? She thought about her Uncle, missing him like crazy, but she was doing what she had to do. Geneva lived her life how she wanted and had a new dream, refusing to pass this opportunity up.

Shane McMahon was waiting at the airport for the doctor. He stood besides a limo driver who was holding a sign with Geneva Foley on it. He arched an eyebrow when he spotted a woman heading towards them, wondering if this was her.

"Miss Foley?"

"Not fucking likely." The woman snorted and kept on walking.

Geneva walked through the terminal, rolling a luggage carrier behind her, having changed on the plane. She wore a pinstriped skirt suit, the skirt going two inches above the knee. It was light blue and black with a silk light blue shirt underneath and matching cardigan, black pumps on her feet.

Her chestnut hair was down, cut to the middle of her back to give it bounce. Geneva had just the slightest bit of make-up on her face, not wanting to look trampy. She looked around, spotting a sign with her name on it and headed in that direction, noticing a man with grayish black hair and piercing blue eyes, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm Doctor Geneva Foley. Are you Gerry Brisco?" She asked politely, not knowing who would be picking her up from the airport.

"I'm Shane McMahon." He took her hand in a firm shake, smiling pleasantly at her. "I'm Vince McMahon's son, I work with him." Shane gestured her towards the waiting limo while the driver got her bags. "How was your flight?" He asked cordially, sliding onto the comfortable black leather seats across from her.

"Nice to meet you Shane." She politely replied, shaking his hand and slid inside the limo. "It was fine, very luxurious and comfortable." She replied with a smile, crossing her ankles and looked around the limo, never having the privilege to ride in one of these before.

"I'm glad to hear it."

Shane was mildly curious about her, but had both the common sense and good manners not to ask personal questions or stare. It wasn't easy considered he'd had to listen to Steve praise this woman and that wasn't something that happened every day. It was a cold day in hell when that man gave anyone, man or woman, a compliment, so that's why Vince had jumped on this opportunity. Apparently she'd already worked for the company before, not fully remembering what his father said, but did note she was Mick Foley's niece.

"How many years have you been a doctor, if you don't mind me asking of course?"

"No, not at all. I've been a surgical intern for 2 years and went to medical school for four years prior to that. So all together, I've been in the profession 3 years, but all around it's been 7 years." She answered, explaining herself, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Knowing they had to know these answers, Geneva honestly didn't mind. Granted, she still had a lot to learn, but was exceptional at her job, when it came to sport's medicine. She was proud and could not imagine doing anything else besides being a doctor of any kind. Shane nodded, the easy going smile still on his face, approving her answer.

"Besides Austin, do you have any experience working around athletes?" He frowned slightly. "Or maybe entertainers?" That seemed a bit more accurate considering she'd have Divas to attend to as well if she took the job. Entertainer compassed everyone.

"It doesn't matter if they're athletes, movie stars, and entertainers, whatever. A patient is a patient and I give one hundred percent to all of my patients. I know how the muscle works, I know the proper dosage to give a patient for any problem, and I know when they're dehydrated or when they break a bone. So what I think you mean, Mr. McMahon, is if I've had the proper training in my field and the answer is yes. I just decided to go into another field instead of surgical." Her voice was firm but polite at the same time.

Shane smiled at her even more. "If I offended you Miss Foley, I didn't mean to." He assured her calmly. "I have no doubt of your capabilities as a doctor. I'm asking if you have any experience tending to famous people for a reason. Most of the time, regular people will see a doctor and not argue or give them a hard time, though you do have that on occasion. It's a constant battle with our stars. Some of them are stuck-up and won't listen to what you say. Some will question every decision you make." He explained, wanting her to see his point of view.

"No I'm not offended." Geneva laughed softly, waving him off dismissively. "I completely understand what you mean and the only thing I can do is my job. If they don't want to listen, then their injury will get worse and they will put their career in jeopardy. I am not their therapist or whatever. I am there to do my job and heal them. It's their choice if they want my help and if they want to listen to what I tell them." She shrugged nonchalantly. "They can think they're better than me all they want, but the fact remains is that, unless they've walked in my shoes for the past 6 years, they don't know medicine. I do."

Shane liked that answer, he liked it very much. The reason he was here right now was because his father had sent him to get a feel for her so to speak. Vince trusted Shane's judgment and, if Shane said she'd be alright in the company, Vince would hire her. Foley's niece or not, she was being hired for her credentials and not because of her Uncle's fame.

"Ah, we're here." He peered out the window.

Geneva looked out the window and gaped at the huge building before her, blinking, knowing this had to be the WWF headquarters. The limo pulled up to the front double doors of Titan Towers and the door opened as Geneva stepped out, inhaling the cool air of Connecticut. It was a beautiful sunny day, the perfect weather for the outfit she'd chosen thankfully.

Grinning when Shane extended his arm to her, Geneva accepted it and allowed him to guide her inside. Looking around, Geneva could not believe how beautiful the building was. It was luxurious and breathtaking. They walked to the elevator and Geneva idly wondered how many floors this building had.

Shane clasped his hands before him, listening as the generic elevator music played with its mind numbing cheerfulness. "Here we are." He extended his arm to her again, leading the way. He knocked on the double cherry oak doors and stepped inside, not waiting for his father to approve entry. "Vince?" He didn't call him Dad unless they were off duty for legal reasons.

"In the office."

Geneva took a deep breath as Shane guided her inside the office through the double doors and saw a man sitting behind a black desk, two chairs in front of it. She'd never officially met Vince McMahon, only signing his contract for working the two weeks with Larry back in 1997. Geneva looked directly at him and left Shane's side, walking over, extending her hand. "It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. McMahon."

Flashing a warm smile when he looked up, Vince took her hand and shook it before asking the doctor to take a seat. Geneva did as she was told and crossed one leg over the other, folding her hands in her lap nervously. The mere presence of this man sent a shiver down her spine, good or bad she didn't know. Vince studied her over his glasses then through them, glancing down at an open folder in front of him on the desk.

"A Doctor Lance Bryant faxed us some very impressive recommendations." He said by way of greeting, rereading something then smiling, folding his hands together. "Well Doctor Foley, I've heard nothing but great things about you, I must say I've never had a hospital cooperate this well when I'm trying to 'steal' one of their doctors. They sent me recommendations, your work history there..."

Lance had been sneaky.

Geneva made a mental note to take her adopted brother on a vacation the next time he had some time off, knowing he went out of his way to make sure she got this job. "Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. McMahon. I must admit, I was very surprised to hear that your company was interested in me since all I really did was do my job and take care of one of your employees. That's not to say I'm not qualified for this position because, let me assure you, I am." She stated, taking in this powerful man in front of her and knew he could make or break her. If he didn't hire her, she'd go back to UWMC, if Richard accepted her back. "I do hope whatever they faxed over is satisfactory, sir."

"Quite, quite." Vince glanced curiously at his son, smiling widely when Shane nodded.

"I've also worked for your company before, Mr. McMahon." Geneva admitted, clearing her throat and smoothed her skirt down over her legs. "Larry was exceptional to work with and, if I do acquire this job, I look forward to working with him again."

That was great to hear because Larry did need help now that he was the only trainer on the road currently. "Well Doctor Foley, if you're interested, you have a job with us."

Shane looked at Geneva, wondering if she'd frozen in her seat.

"Of course if there's any part of what we're offering that's not to your liking we can always dicker."

Geneva quickly composed herself and shook the mental shock from her system before smiling. "If you wouldn't mind, Mr. McMahon, I would like to read over the contract before I sign anything."

She took the documents he handed her, knowing this was it. Reading over it diligently, Geneva took her time while Vince and Shane stepped out for a drink. After an hour, Geneva signed on the dotted line and handed it back to him, not believing she was doing this. She was officially apart of the World Wrestling Federation and hadn't spoken a word to her Uncle Mick about it, wondering how he'd react if he didn't already know.

Vince smiled, feeling pleased with himself. "When you leave, Shane will take you to the receptionist for a check." He said suddenly, almost as if he'd forgotten something. "Travel expenses," He began to explain. "Because you're an on-road physician, we'll provide you with a car allowance and then we'll reimburse you so much per mile. I realize you have to give your two weeks yet so this will give you some time to car shop. "He stood up, extending his hand to her. "It's a pleasure to have you joining our family. Now, if you'll excuse me, I still have salaries to review. Shane will answer anymore questions you may have."

She nodded back at her new boss, her heart feeling like a jackrabbit's, not having any more questions for the moment. Geneva couldn't really think as Shane guided to the receptionist desk and picked up her check. Ocean blue eyes nearly fell out of her skull at the sum it was for, wondering just what kind of car Vince wanted her to buy.

"Holy mother of..." She trailed off in a murmur and blinked, tucking it safely in her bra, not taking ANY chances and walked out of Titan Towers.

Slipping into the limo that took her back to the airport, Geneva arrived back in Seattle hours later. She had to finish her ties there before embarking on this new journey with the WWF. What if Taker wasn't happy that she'd taken a job with the company? They'd parted friendly enough, she thought anyway, so hopefully he didn't harbor any ill feelings toward her.