Nicole could do some notes about the piece on Max on her own but knew she would have to talk to him eventually. She was in her hotel room. Her phone rang.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hi." Wendy said. "How's it going?"
"A living nightmare so far."
"That bad?"
"When I went to see him yesterday, the bastard shut the door in my face."
"What a dickhead."
"I know." "I hate him so fucking much."
"I know you do."
"I'd give Shelly my life savings not to be here right now."
Max was down in the hotel gym working out with his best friend Austin. (Adam Cole)
"You look pissed man." Adam said. "What's going on?"
"I have to work with Nicole Christiansen for the next few months." "Do you know her?"
"Yeah." "She's a reporter right?"
"Yeah, she's a stuck-up bitch." "I can't stand her." "She was on a podcast a few months ago and called me the biggest asshole she'd ever interviewed."
"In a way you can't blame her."
"Thanks."
"You know what I mean." "Are you pissed because you're offended, or because you have the hots for her."
"Are you kidding?"
"I can't stand that bitch."
Later that night at the arena Max heard a knock on his locker room door. He answered it getting a disgusted look on his face when he saw Nicole. She went inside and sat down.
"Ok." She said. She put her phone on record. "How would you say your career is going right now?
"Well I have to work with this bitch reporter at the moment and I don't want to."
She took her phone off record.
"Go to hell you bastard." She left.