Its 7pm. Raw starts in an hour. I sit in my office with three roulette wheels staring at me. One wheel has half the roster, one with stipulations and the other one is GM’s choice. I didn’t understand what it meant, but apparently that wheel won’t be used that much. Earlier today, some writer gave me my script. It was for the storyline me and Phil are going to be in together. I didn’t want to look through it, so I only read the last page. I can definitely tell that this storyline will go on for a long time. I am definitely going to enjoy this. Not. Someone knocks on my door.
“Come in.” it was Paul. “Oh hey.” He smiled.
“Hey Chloe, can I talk to you about earlier today?”
“Sure.”
“Chloe, I’ve been thinking a lot about everything you said. I personally don’t like how you are being treated by everyone. So later this week I will have a meeting with everyone and tell them to leave you alone. If they do anything to you, or say anything. You now have the full authority to fire them.” I smiled with delight.
“Really? Wow. Thanks.”
“No problem. And I am truly sorry to hear about what you have been through.”
“Thanks.” He smiled, then left my office. I sat here, really grateful for what he will do for me. I guess I kind of have a friend now.
I started to get ready for Raw. I applied some make up and curled my hair. I decided to wear my new dark pink dress I bought last month. The good thing about this dress is that it isn’t short and it completely covers my chest.
I popped out of my office to get a cup of coffee and I see all the divas wearing some slutty showgirl outfits. Seriously? And people call me a slut. Jesus. I walked back to my office to see Laurinaitis making himself comfortable at my desk. I cleared my throat. He stood up.
“Oh sorry. I... Wanted to see my... I mean your office...” I rolled my eyes.
“Whatever. What do you want?”
“You better drop the attitude Chloe. You might not be a slut, but that doesn’t mean you go ahead and be a bitch instead. But then again, I didn’t believe a single word you said this morning. There are two things in the world I don’t like and they are: liars and sluts…”
“Excuse me?!?!” I pursued to slap him but someone’s hand caught mine.
“If I were you Johnny. I would leave before someone kicks your ass!” He obeyed and ran off. I turned around to see it was Phil. Great, just what I need.
“You okay?” He asked.
“I’m fine. I didn’t need your help. I can defend myself, you should know.” He chuckled.
“I know, but I’m going to be defending you a lot In the future, so this is a great practise.” I rolled my eyes.
“Okay ... Then?” He laughed. I wonder why he is not being an asshole. “Umm, can I ask you something?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Why are you not being an asshole to me all of the sudden? Like last night, you were being one and now you are being … I don’t know sweet..?” He sighed.
“Like I said before; I was a fucking jerk to you. And After everything you said earlier about what you have been through, I realised what I have been doing to you. I deeply regret everything I have said and done to you. If I can go back in time and not be an asshole, believe me I would. But I know that you are depressed and alone and I know how that feels and I don’t want you to feel that way anymore. So I don’t know, I guess I want us to be friends, or at least get along and we kind of don’t have any choice, since we will be in a storyline for god knows how long.” I laughed.
“I guess I want us to be friends too, it’s just ... everything you said to me... It’s going to take a while to forgive and forget.”
“I understand. Whenever you are ready, let me know.” He rubbed my shoulder then left. Now I am more confused. Why are men so complicated?
