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We Will Always Have Twitter	By : LeylaChaz Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1722 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT make any money from the writing of this fiction. I do NOT know CM Punk, nor anyone else who may be mentioned at anytime in this fic who is currently WWE related. I only own all OC's and story plots. Nothing more.

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Chapter 10: Foundations

Persephaine, had not only managed to commandeer her son back from his grandmother for a day, but she managed to relax after sending him back to her as well. After the text conversation she had with Phil, which ultimately led to them talking for two hours on the phone, he was actually considering what she had to say. It was excited to say the least, and if this plan didn't work out for him, at least he could say he tried. She finally started convincing him, just how much power he did have, if the fans on his twitter account were any indication. So it was pretty much out of the ordinary, that she received a call from WWE headquarters, that Thursday.

"Hello, is this Persephaine Sin-Claire?" The lady on the other end asked her.

"This is. May I ask who's calling?" She answered.

"Hi Miss. Sin-Claire, this is Amanda from WWE. I was calling to let you know that your presence is requested here at our head offices for a meeting. The meeting will be taking place on Friday morning, and the chairman himself, has requested the meeting with you. Would you like to or even be able to make it?" Amanda informed her.

Her eyes about bugged out of her head. This could be one of two things. Either it was about that story line from last week, or he knew about Punk. She was really praying that it wasn't about the latter.

"I would, but what's with the last second phone call? No offense lady, but I'm not as successful as your talent and board members. Last minute flights for us regular people, cost a fortune. I'm not complaining. Just letting you know." She told her honestly.

"Oh no ma'am, we know that, that's why we have arrangements that can be made. The chairman himself, would meet you at the airport of your choosing, via his private jet." Amanda laughed.

If she could have fainted, she would have. A private fucking jet? We're these people for real?

"Oh, um, alright. Should I just call and make hotel arrangements, or..." Persephaine started to ask.

"No ma'am that's all been taken care of. So can I get your information so that way we can get the chairman on his way to meet with you?"

So Persephaine told her the information that the woman had requested, and hung up. She was to receive another phone call within the hour. With that being said...

"Well hello beautiful. Needed to hear my voice again today? I'm gonna start charging your ass pretty soon here." Phil smirked into the phone.

"Very funny, smartass. Want to hear something even more funny?" She smirked back.

"And what's that?" He teased her.

"Vince is on his way to pick me up, in his private jet. He wants a meeting with me at headquarters." She shot back.

"What about?" Phil said back.

"The hell if I know. You didn't tell anyone about our conversation from earlier did you?" She asked him.

"Just my buddy Scott."

"Scott?"

"I'm sorry, I mean Colt."

"Ah, Cabana." She said as realization dawned upon her.

"The one and only!"

"Alright, then it's probably about the story line."

"I don't know... you'll have to wait and see. It's got to be something more than that, if Vince is wanting to personally meet with you." He warned.

"I don't know. I'm nervous. I'm way out of my element here Phil." She told him seriously.

"That's how I like you. Way out of your element." He smirked.

"Cute. Really cute."

"Aww thanks beautiful!" He teased.

"Fuck you. You're not gonna be any help right now." She pouted.

"I'm hurt."

"Bullshit."

"Okay, maybe so. But hey, what ever it is, it can't be that bad." He told her reassuringly.

"I just wish I wasn't doing this alone. At least last time I dealt with him, you were there!"

"Look at it this way, I'll be there in spirit."

"Go to hell."

"Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine today Miss Persephaine." He laughed.

"No. I'm nervous, and you're unsympathetic." She laughed back.

"Alright beautiful, call me when you get a chance. Let me know what's going on." He sighed.

"No problem. Thanks Punkers."

"Anytime girl."

With that he hung up.

A few hours later, she was on her way out to the airfield to meet with Vince. She had called Jake and his mother, to make arrangements about Josh, where she would be gone until Tuesday. Jake teased her. To which she made excuses just to get off the phone with him. Now that her son was going to his dad's on Sunday, until she got home, everything was set.

Pulling up in the cab, the area seemed almost daunting. They made it passed the security gates, and that was when Persephaine was met by the site of a black jet. He really was not kidding about this. As the cab pulled around to the entrance of the jet, the steps were lowered down, and Persephaine stepped out of the cab. She went around to the trunk, to be greeted by the pilot, whom smiled at her, and told her to just go ahead and climb aboard.

"The chairman is inside, waiting on you miss. Just go ahead and climb aboard, I'll make sure that your bags are properly loaded." He told her.

"Thank you." She smiled, and made her way up the steps.

Once she stepped inside, she was greeted by the hostess.

"Hello Miss Persephaine, would you like anything to drink?" The hostess smiled at her.

"Um, check with me in about five minutes, once I settle in." She answered back nervously.

"No problem. Just pick a seat and sit down. The chairman is speaking with the captain, and will be back momentarily. By the way, my name is Tess, if you need anything, just ask." She smiled at the younger woman.

Once seated by a window, Persephaine made herself comfortable. Nervous were making her a wreck right now, so it was important that she got a hold of herself.

"Persephaine!" Vince boomed as he walked back in the seating area.

"Hello sir. It's good to see you again." She smiled at the chairman as she stood and shook his hand.

"What did I tell you about that sir stuff?" He smiled at her.

"Sorry, Vince." She laughed.

"I trust that my staff has been treating you well in my absence?" He asked her.

"You have an excellent staff. Very nice indeed."

"Great. That's what I love to hear." He told her.

Tess walked back in at that moment.

"Is there anything I can get the both of you at moment?" Tess smiled at them kindly.

"An Irish coffee Tess." Vince told her.

Shock, Persephaine looked at the chairman wide eyed.

"It's the one time I can get away with it. So Tess always helps me out. The wife would have my head if she knew." Vince laughed.

"In that case, a rum and coke please. Just to settle the nerves."

"No problem miss. I completely understand." Tess laughed.

Once she left to fetch their drinks, Vince and Persephaine sat down in their respective seats. He then, reached down and pressed a button. A few seconds later, a gentleman walked out carrying a navy blue folder and set it down on the small table in front of the chairman. She took this time to look around herself. The area that they were in was surrounded by beautiful wood finished walls, and white leather chairs. The seats were really comfortable. The tables were of the same wooden finish, and very sturdy. The cream colored carpets were very inviting. All in all, the private jet was pretty inviting, but there was something off, it kind of had a displeasing smell. But, being the person that she was, raised with manners she would never say anything.

"Persephaine, I want you to look over this contract, that I had my company lawyers draw up."

"A contract? For what exactly?" She ask curiously.

At that moment, Tess returned with their drinks.

Taking a sip of her Rum and Coke, she started to relax.

"Keep in mind, we will formally introduce this contract to you tomorrow. But the reason why I'm telling you and showing this to you now, is because I wanted to get your input on it before the board does tomorrow." Vince told her, taking a sip of his Irish coffee.

"Sir, I don't understand. What is this contract for?" She asked again.

"After the success of your story line ideas for last monday, we decided that we want you on board the creative team. As well as being a backstage journalist." Vince told her.

"Creative team? You mean as an assistant right?" She said back.

"Just until you are properly trained on what we expect. You're talented, but a little rough around the edges. Once you complete our training that we are offering you, and of course college, you will have a job waiting for you as a writer on our staff. If that sounds fair to you?" He asked her.

She sat there for a moment, looking through the contract, and thinking. Persephaine took another sip of her drink, and looked out the window. This was the moment she had been waiting for, but sure enough, something was missing.

"Actually, that sounds amazing. Fair and balanced. But there is something I want to add to it if you don't mind." She said, drawing her attention away from the clouds that she was looking at, and back to Vince.

"What is it that you're seeking Persephaine?" He asked her curiously.

"I will sign this contract, if you make me CM Punk's creative manager as well." She told him simply.

"He already has a creative manager Miss. Sin-Claire." He answered her.

"Then re-assign his current creative manager. Because that person sucks. The only potentially bright idea they had, was the New Nexus angle, and it's been butchered. I'm wanting to bring something, bigger and better to the table." She said with a smirk.

"How much bigger are we talking here." He asked her, taking another sip of his Irish Coffee.

"Let's be honest, in the past couple of years, you've been having a hard time selling out the seats in arena's across the country." She held up her hand to stop his protests, "Don't bother arguing this, because I also have friends that have worked for your company. Friends who still talk to your talent, and have informed me of these dire situations."

"Who?" Vince sputtered at her, clearly in shock.

"Your former executive producer. Does Micheal Sin-Claire ring any bells?"

Vince looked gob smacked.

"You're related to him aren't you?" He asked her, completely stumped.

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner. Micheal was my cousin. To which you fired over some bullshit, he had absolutely nothing to do with." She smirked back at him.

"He was fired for stealing money from the talent!" Vince said back, trying to defend himself.

"Micheal was not a thief!" She said back dangerously.

"Ken Anderson, went to my cousin, after discovering that eight hundred dollars went missing from his personal bag. Which was in the talent dressing room, I might add. Micheal, never went to the dressing room. He was working with the tech people that night, trying to make sure that your show went off without a hitch. When Ken went to him about it, and Micheal let him know that it had to wait due to him running your show, Ken threw a fit. He told the other talent that my cousin Micheal took his eight hundred dollars. And because Randy Orton was one of the superstars that you did anything for, he made sure my cousin lost his job, for pretty much not catering to his friend. No Vince, that wasn't right. That's not something I will stand for. I'm not watching Phil get screwed like my cousin got screwed." Persephaine said with a smile as she reached for her drink.

Vince sat back in shock.

"You set this up." He told her.

She laughed.

"I assure you Vince, I did no such thing. Actually, I was planning to re-arrange this place from the inside out in another way. God presented me with a better opportunity. You have one chance. You can either be on board with me, or not. Your choice. Now, about this contract." She said reaching for it, flipping through the pages.

"Alright, you're smarter than you appear, you know how to play hard ball. I'll give you that."

"Oh no Vince, you haven't seen shit yet." She told him bluntly.

Once in her hotel room, she took in the city view. She was going to get used to this. As Persephaine stood on the balcony of her room, she started to think about her flight here. Maybe she went too hard on Vince. Just as soon as she started to think that though, she snapped herself out of that train of thought. She knew that it was going to come out eventually. Her own one hidden motive. She couldn't believe that the one company that she loved since she was a child, was capable of such an injustice. Once her cousin told her what happened, she became angry for him. She was determined to change that place back into its former glory, before the last eight to ten years took place! The PG rating was killing it, a lot of talented wrestlers were getting passed over on opportunities, the same guys and girls were always being shoved down everyone's throats. It was sickening. Now, they were doing it to Phil. She would be damned, if she watched them do it to him. She smirked when she thought about their plan. Now, all she had to do, was secure him a number one contendership for the WWE Championship.

Yes, it was starting to fall together nicely.

Suddenly, her cell phone starting ringing. It was Punk.

"Well hello Punkers." She said smiling.

"What kind of chaos are you causing up there? I just got a call from my now former creative manager Justine." He said smirking.

"Just holding up my end of the bargain. Believe me now?" She asked with a smirk.

"Jesus Christ, hitting them hard aren't you?" Punk asked her in disbelief.

"Sometimes, taking the more jagged road, gets the faster and better response." She said with a laugh.

"I hope you know what you're doing. Vince is not a man to be trifled with. I've seen what he can do to people who do and don't deserve it. I shouldn't have let you talk me into this. I'm pretty much balancing my career on this." He warned her.

"Since when did the great CM Punk start playing it fucking safe? Listen to me, for how long have they kept passing you over, and they keep giving you and other deserving guys the shit end of the deal?"

"I know what you're saying. But still," At this she cut him off.

"Phil, you're pissed off. You have been for quite a long time."

"Yeah I am, but how far are you and I will to take them for it?" He asked her seriously.

"To the very fucking top. I need to know right now, do you trust me?" She asked him.

He thought about it for a few minutes, before letting out a breath he didn't realize that he had been holding.

"I trust you. Don't fuck this up Persephaine."

"I won't, just go with me here. If you can do that, we'll make them listen. Finally." She said staring out over the night time skyline.

"I'll be amazed if you can pull this off you know." He said with a smile.

"I'll be amazed if I actually pull this off. So far, the plan is working beautifully, and Vince doesn't have the slightest clue. We're about to turn his entire company upside down and in on itself!" She said with a laugh.

"So are you excited about tomorrow?" He asked her.

"I'm excited about saturday. You'll be flying out here!" She told him with a smile.

"I'm actually stoked about it too. I'll miss my Lady C though! I don't get to spend enough time with her!" He said, referring to his hometown.

"I bet it's beautiful there. I still have yet to mark it off my list of places I want to see." She told him wistfully.

"You have a list of places you want to see huh?" He answered back with a smirk.

"Yup. I've already seen New York City, New Orleans, and Miami. Now I just have to hit up chi-town, Las Vegas, and LA. That'll complete my major US city list. Then I could get started on my international list!" She laughed.

"Where's the number one place you want to visit?" Now he was curious.

"Italy." She answered back with a heart warming smile. That was her biggest dream.

"Italy is actually very nice. I can definitely see you visiting there."

"I could see me never leaving there to be honest!" She laughed.

"So I have a buddy here that wants to talk to you. Alright, I lied, it's more like begged! Want to say hi to Colt?" He asked her.

"Duh, I fucking love Colt! He's funny as hell!" She told him, clearly excited.

"Alright, hold on."

"Hey there sunshine!" Colt answered the phone.

"Ahhh the man himself! Colt freakin' Cabana. Excuse me, I'll a little fucking star struck right now!" She giggled.

"Thank you! Thank you! I always love beautiful ladies being star struck by me, so excuse me, while I soak in the moment!" He said back with a laugh.

"So are you making sure our boy is behaving himself?" She asked him.

"As much as I can. He almost ran over an old man on his bike today. Did I mention that he cussed the said old man out too, for being in his way?" Colt told her.

Persephaine laughed. Typical Punk.

"This doesn't really surprise me. I'm kind of getting used to the guy." She smiled.

"So now that Punk is out of earshot, I have a question for you." He said seriously.

"Shoot."

"Are you really trying to help him, or get your foot in the door? Because if you are, just come clean about it now." He asked.

"I'm actually trying and wanting to help him. And it's not just him. It's that whole company. Colt, I could use him, him and his friendship mean way more to me than that. He's special to me, I can't describe it, but I treasure his faith in me. If he were to tell me he wanted out of this plan right now, I would let it go and stop. He means more to me than the fucking WWE." She told him honestly.

"Oh boy, you've got it bad." He laughed.

"What are you talking about?"

"I guess I should have seen it with those promo segments that they had you guys do, but sometimes, I need confirmation. You like him. A lot. Don't worry, I've stepped out on the patio. He can't hear us." He said back.

"Colt, what are you talking about?" She asked again.

"The way you talk about him. I'm used to girls always trying shit, and it never works, but you actually like him for him don't you." He was obviously smirking at her.

"He's growing on me."

"Well I know you're growing on him. He's been talking about you non-stop since he got back from Houston. I know it's not my business, but he's my best friend. I hope you understand that I'm just looking out from him."

"I get it, and I respect it. But Punk and I are just friends. I promise." She said back with a small smile.

"Well he's coming back, it was nice to finally talk to you."

"And you as well. Thank you Colt."

"Anytime!"

Finally Punk took the phone back.

"Are you ok? He didn't get all crazy on you did he?" Punk asked her laughing.

"Fuck you man!" She heard Colt call out to him.

She heard Punk laugh at him.

"He's a good friend Punk. You're very lucky." She said sweetly.

"I'll be even luckier when I get to see you again. By the way, I got you something. It's nothing big, so don't worry. But I can't wait to see your face when I give it to you." He told her. Punk had remembered what she had told him in Houston, about being a Batman comics nerd. He couldn't wait to see her geek out.

"Dork. I can't wait to see you too. I need some damn sanity around here!" She answered back.

"I'll be there on saturday. I promise."

"You better be. Or I swear to God above, that you are going to get the ass kicking of a lifetime!" She laughed.

"Never going to happen beautiful. Now go to sleep! You have a big day tomorrow!" He said with a smirk.

"Alright bye Punkers."

"Good night beautiful."

With that, she hung up and walked inside. After securing her balcony doors shut, she collapsed in bed, and fell into a fast and deep sleep.
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