Pushing myself up from the couch, I walk over to the door and exit my office. Now it was time to do some terrific acting. Hell, if the Oscar people could see me now, I'd definitely win an award...

Whistling loudly, I just about reach Vince's door when I see who it was I was just about to ruin and stop in my tracks. There he was, talking to Steph. A scowl comes across my face as he strokes his fingers through her hair.

Sure, Stephanie was a slut - one of the biggest ones in the company, and judging by the expression on her face, she loved the attention- but he just irked me so much, I didn't want him associating with anyone in my family. He leans down and whispers something in her ear and she giggles. Rolling my eyes, I stride right into Vince's office without knocking.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," I apologize, pretending to be out of breath as if I was running.

"What was so important that you had to run out of here like that?" he demands angrily.

"It was Marissa," I explain.

"I doubt it was that important, Shane. She could've waited," Vince comments. I grit my teeth together to keep from exploding. Marissa was the only person in my family that I loved- and that was probably because she wasn't a true McMahon. The McMahon family was filled with nothing but back stabbing, egotistical assholes.. every single one of them. And I do mean every single one of them.

"Yes, Dad, you're right. I'm sorry. There'll be no interruptions now," I tell him, focusing in on my revenge now. Anything to overcome my homicidal feelings I was having towards Vince at this moment..

"Anyway, back to what I was going to tell you before. Keep in mind, before I tell you this, this person is probably going to deny and deny his actions, but I assure you, he is as guilty as one can possibly get. Do not believe him though. From what I understand, he's been waiting to get back at you for quite some time.."

Vince goes to question this, but I quickly cut him off. "Now that you know this, I'll go ahead and tell you that the individual who completed fucked over your plans is none other than Andrew Martin. I don't completely understand why he did it - perhaps because you completely shut him out of that push he was getting or whatever- but I assure you, he did it." As soon as I finish that sentence, I bite down so hard on my lip I can taste the blood. Don't dare risk smirking the slightest bit, or you'll ruin this whole thing.

The old man just about flies out of his chair. "Andrew Martin?" he bellows. "Andrew-Goddamn-Martin? Ohh, his ass is mine!!" Without saying another word, Vince storms out of the room, slamming the door so hard behind him, the desk shakes. I stand in the middle of the room now, laughing so hard tears are streaming down my face. The only downside to this would be the fact I wouldn't be able to see the look on Andrew's face when Vince ripped him a new one... Oh well, a small price to play in the grand scheme of things, I guess. Besides, Andrew's fate will pale in comparison for what I've got planned next..