Unexplainable [Original Version]

[chapter ninety-three: "he won"]

Chapter 93: "He Won"
Jolene Nash's POV

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It's a shame that I can't be left alone in a venue for more than ten minutes without something going wrong. I thought that I would be fine while Kev and Scott went to their meeting. I thought that I would be safe.

"Jolene. Please. Just come talk to me. We can go to my office and handle this like adults."

I was wrong.

"There's nothing 'adult' about you, Eric, aside from the size of your diapers." I roll my eyes. Why should I want to talk to this piece of shit?

"I really think that you'd like to hear what I have to say, seeing as if involves your future." Goddammit. "It's actually important."

As much as I hate to entertain the thought of talking business with this asshole, with as crazy as shit has been around here lately, he's got me intrigued. Has the verdict finally come on the company? Is he buying it?

Fuck.

"You know," Eric adds, "I don't want to talk to you anymore than you want to talk to me. If we both had our way, we'd never have to see each other again."

"Although that would be perfect, that doesn't change the shitty situation we're in." An Eric-less world would be beautiful, wouldn't it? I'd smile, but I don't want him to think that I'm smiling at him. "Can't we talk about it here? There's no one around."

"There's that laziness again." Again?! Bitch...

"I'm not lazy, asswipe, I just don't trust being alone in your office with your sexist ass." I laugh mockingly. "It really doesn't matter to me where we have this dumb conversation; I just don't want to be put in an unsavory situation."

I can see the veins pulse on Eric's head as I talk. He has no reason to be mad at me because of my statement, not when those fears are reasonable.

"I'll leave the door open, if that is what you'd like." Eric finally concedes defeat; it's a small victory, but it's a win nonetheless. "Come on. Let's go get this over with."

Eric starts turning to head to his office, and with a heavy, begrudging sigh, I follow after him. I keep my hands in the pockets of my jacket as we walk, making sure that I keep one hand on my lighter. If I have to, I'll burn this bitch.

You don't get in trouble for that sort of thing if it's self-defense, right?

Once we reach the office, Eric scurries in first and takes a seat as his desk. He's got a big ol' fluffy office chair, and I'm sure it makes him feel really good about himself. I half close the door behind me before standing in front of his desk.

I look down at Eric as I ask, "So what the fuck is it that you want to talk about?"

The moment that the words come from my lips, I can see a flip switch in Eric's mind. He was just coming off like a regular dumbass before - now, he's embracing his true, dickish personality that I'm accustomed to.

I wish I could say that I'm surprised.

"Well Jolene, firstly, I'm going to pretend that you didn't ask that in the most rude way possible." Suck a cock. "But, I thought that you might like to know that the company has sold."

My heart just dropped to the goddamn floor.

"Who bought it?" I ask, trying my best to not sell the fear that's washing over me. "Was it you?"

A little smirk comes to Eric's face and it makes me want to hurl. "No, unfortunately, it wasn't me." He then then leans back in his chair as he tells me, "World Championship Wrestling was bought by one Vincent Kennedy McMahon."