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**Vincent Lane** · (02-13-2017)

In his posh office, Vincent sits at the head of a long cherrywood table, playing with an office toy while Jefferson Jackson sits nearby rubbing his temples over a stack of papers.

Roxy Cotton walks into the room carrying a small cardboard tray full of Starbucks.

"Baby, here's your machiatto... and JJ, your non-caf latte. Who's the venti black for?"

Vincent's mouth opens, but before he can answer the door opens again and a somewhat messy looking man in a buzz cut and an ill-fitting suit stomps in, tossing a few profanities at the intern who apparently tried to stop him from entering.

"That my coffee?"

He grabs the cup and swigs it back, emptying about half of it and then smacking his lips loudly and wiping the stray drops away from his stubbly chin with the back of his hand.

"Thanks, toots."

Vincent grabs Roxy by the hand before she can slap the taste out of the newcomer's mouth.

"Easy babe. Colton, this is Roxy, she's my head assistant and also my fiance."

"Whatever."

He finishes his coffee and belches, crumpling the paper cup in his hand before chucking it near the wastepaper basket beside the table. He then sits across from Jackson, who is still refusing to open his eyes.

"Yeah... Rox, this is Colton Kato. He's... a little rough around the edges. But, I think he can help us. He spent a while in the indies and has an eye for a good product. That's why I'm handing over management duties of Savage to him effective immediately."

Finally Jackson reacts.

"You're WHAT?! I thought this was a budget meeting? Which is completely in the weeds, by the way. Do you have ANY idea how much that chamber cost?"

"Relax, dude... you've done an awesome job on the weekends. That's why I'm bumping you up to Warfare, the flagship show. With me being in the Lethal Lotto tournament..."

A cold gaze from Roxy.

"... it creates a clear conflict of interest for me to keep running the show right now. So I need you, dude, my trusted right hand man, to step in."

"How fucking cute."

Colton lights a cigarette and puts his feet up on the table.

"Dude, please don't smoke in here."

Vincent puffs away on his vape.

"Are those LEATHER shoes? And that jacket... I swear to god, baby, if that lining isn't faux-fur..."

"Uhh.... babe, how about you check in with Adrienne out there? Sounded like Mr. Kato might have ruffled her feathers."

Roxy and Vincent exchange a heavy moment of eye contact before Roxy eventually 'hmphs' and walks out of the office.

"It's not."

"Huh?"

"It's not faux. It's real fur."

"Please, dude, do NOT tell her that. And put the fucking cigarette out, alright?"

Colton smirks and grinds the cigarette into the tabletop, making JJ look green around the gills.

"He's going to want that replaced... great..."

"Look, gentlemen... we're all here for the same reasons. JJ, I trust you and your expertise to keep making XWF shine. Warfare is a huge opportunity for you to keep doing what you do best and bring it to the next level. Colton... I'm taking a chance with you, but I wouldn't be here today if people hadn't taken chances with me. So you're in. Tentatively. We need to work together and continue to ensure that the XWF is THE premier professional wrestling circuit in the world. I trust we can all be in agreement with that?"

Vincent looks around, first at Jackson who reluctantly nods his head before writing something new in red ink across his ledger, then over at Kato who merely shrugs.

"Great. There's, uh... one other thing though. I got a phone call this morning and, uh... well this is weird, really..."

The door opens again, to the audible chagrin of the secretary outside.

"Excuse me gentlemen?"

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"Vinnie, who is this? VINNIE."

Vincent does his best to peel his eyes away from the newcomer's bountiful bosom, finally meeting her eyes with his own. Luckily for him, Roxy's giggle lets him know she was checking her out from behind just as was doing from the front.

"I... uh... guys, this is what I was getting to... JJ, Rox, Colton... this is..."

"Jane

."

The curvy woman says with a smirk.

"Did she say

?"

Jefferson's eyes widen as he speaks, and he nearly allows his pencil to roll off of the desk.

"Yeah..."

"That's right. As you men here have apparently been kept in the dark about, I've been pressing suit against my father. Shane

. He's been resisting the idea of having a daughter as a result of his reckless ways in the past, but it will all be settled in court soon enough. And that's when the sale of XWF to Mister Lane here will be voided and it will be properly given back into the

family. More specifically, to me."

The Jackson looks aghast. Roxy as well, though she still seems to be looking at Jane

's round ass. Kato just laughs.

"No now... Miss

..."

"Jane."

She smiles at Vincent, turning to Roxy to smile at her as well.

"Right. Jane. Look, we don't need to get ahead of ourselves here. I spoke with Shane this morning, and he's advised me that what's best for now is to breing you into the XWF fold in a managerial role. Your background suits you as a director of Human Resources. We can use someone like you around here. Trust me, if you saw the sheer volume of harassment claims just in Gilmour's file, you'd understand. Work with us, not against us. We can sort out your familial position and potential ownership claims as we go. But for now... since you want to follow in Shane's footsteps... what better way to do so than to help us run the business? You can work side by side with JJ and Kato here and keep things moving smoothly. We can all be a team!"

The group look around the room uneasily. Kato puts a pair of earbuds into his ears. Jane keeps smiling at Vincent, who smiles back, blushing a little. JJ hangs his head. Roxy pushes the cameraman out the office door and shuts it, closing out the view of the office.

**Vincent Lane** · **02-14-2017, 04:20 PM**

who vapes anyway

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