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Adam was still seething moments later as he stepped into Eric Bischoff's office. There was something about the smaller man's demeanor... It was as though he were taking the entire situation with glee. And, knowing the little worm the way he did, that was exactly as the Canadian would have bet he was reacting toward it - Bischoff was enjoying this.
"Well, Mr. Copeland... Here we go again." The General Manager crossed his arms, shaking his head. "If it's not one thing, it's another with you."
Adam glared at the man, his fists clenching. It was getting increasingly difficult for him to keep from completely losing his temper. The nerve of this jackass scolding him like he was a disobedient kid! Had it been Bischoff's wife who'd been brutally knocked down and suffered a miscarriage, he would've done the exact same thing! He might have gotten an asskicking in the process, but the blond man *knew* he'd have done the same.
"Is it really *worth* it, Adam? Do you *want* to be suspended or fined?"
The tall blond man glared daggers into the GM. If looks had the capability of killing, Eric would be dead on the floor by now. And he knew it, too, as the small man squirmed uncomfortably, visibly swallowing.
Adam remained silent, deciding that no response was far better than voicing what was really on his mind right now. If he spoke, he might *really* get suspended. Since he'd only just tonight returned after his groin injury, he sure as hell didn't want *that* to happen.
He was spared from having to answer Bischoff's rather lame question as the door suddenly opened without a warning of a knock. Shane McMahon stepped in, and, much to the Canadian's surprise, he wasn't alone. Amy entered right behind him as the McMahon son held the door open for her. Shane then gestured to the chairs near Bischoff's desk, and the redhead sat in one as she met her husband's eyes. To Adam, she still seemed somewhat embarrassed, though he thought he could read - or rather, *not* read - some other kind of emotion on her face.
The blond man felt momentarily puzzled as he eyed Shane once again. Resignedly, he took a seat beside Amy and took her hand in his much larger, stroking it and meeting her gaze as though to comfort her. She couldn't feel very good about being here after his outburst and attack on Gene Snitsky, especially with a McMahon present.
"Shane?" Eric question, his face looking a bit annoyed but confused at the same time. "What's the meaning of this?"
"Very simple, Eric," the young man replied. "I'd like to address the Copelands about a very serious matter." He glanced from Bischoff to the couple sitting closely together, looking uncertain and worried. After what had happened moments earlier, they were probably both fearing for their jobs right about now. Shane did his best to appease them as he spoke. "Adam, Amy... There's nothing to be alarmed about." He gestured with both hands in a placating manner. "I'm concerned about the two of you."
Bischoff raised his eyes heavenward, a groan wishing to escape him. What was with this wussy stuff? Copeland deserved the fear of God put into him after what he'd done!
"What do you mean?" the blond man asked, his expression perplexed.
"I mean that I think the two of you could probably benefit from some counseling," Shane explained. "You've suffered a very deep, very tragic loss. You will have to get through it and be strong - but you can't do it by attacking your coworkers."
Adam released Amy's hand and stood.
"I didn't just attack one of our coworkers - Snitsky killed our son in cold blood!"
The redhead flinched, but somehow, she managed to hold back the tears. It was no easy feat, especially after hearing the words her husband had just verbalized. Those very words had actually been inside her own head since the "accident."
Shane kept his calm, easy demeanor as he spoke again.
"But don't you see? That's just it, Adam - nobody killed your unborn son in cold blood. It was an accident... A horrible, tragic accident."
"Shane," Amy spoke up, and all eyes fell on her as she stood up. "With all due respect, you're wrong... Glen and I had gone over the spot together a half-dozen times, and he and Gene had gone through the motions together. I was not supposed to be knocked down!" The redhead's eyes grew mistier as she widened them along with her voice ever increasing in volume. "Good God, I was *pregnant*! How is there any way possible you would believe I had agreed to a three-hundred and twenty-five pound man falling on top of me?!"
Bischoff arched a brow at that very rhetorical question. It was a good point. He himself had considered exactly that since the day it had happened, although he hadn't cared enough to do any sort of investigating or anything like that. One thing was for certain to him, though - the elder McMahon offspring was not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer.
"Do you two honestly believe what you're saying?" Shane asked.
"Hell yeah we do!" the tall blond man exclaimed.
"Well, then..." The man eyed each of them seriously in turn. "... In that case, we'll have to conduct a thorough investigation."
This time, Bischoff barely contained a groan. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. In any case, he hoped the
McMahon kid wasn't going to make him take part in it. He had far better things to do with his time.