she was not in a good mood in any way, shape or form.

As she continued her task, she tossed a fountain pen across the office, not bothering to retrieve it when it landed on the floor.

As she thought about her situation - and about his situation - she became angrier still, and clenched her hands into fists.

Why was it that she always seemed incapable when it came to getting what she really wanted?

The brunette realized that, biasedly, most people would just automatically assume she was happy, just based on her last name. Everything she'd ever wanted, always, was handed to her on a silver platter - sometimes figuratively, sometimes literally. In reality, that could not be further from the truth...

Most people didn't really know her, never really knew the real Stephanie McMahon. She had to put up a front of nearly a daily basis, had to do and say things for appearance's sake - all because of her damned last name.

Damn it... Sometimes, she really wished she'd never been born with the surname 'McMahon.' Despite everything material she had, despite her millions, that name was a curse...

Stephanie dropped heavily into her desk chair, an angry purse to her lips as she thought about her fiance - Paul Levesque. Damn, how she hated him... The man couldn't give two shits about her - all he cared about was the fucking World title - and holding onto it for the longest time possible. What a greedy son of a bitch...

Stephanie knew that, as she'd told Adam Copeland a few months past, that Levesque was only with her for all the power that came with being with her - with fucking the boss' daughter. Her blue eyes narrowed as she recalled how Paul had told her, at the start of their affair, that he wasn't planning on leaving his then-girlfriend, Joanie Laurer, for her. He'd told her straight out that all this was about - all it would ever be - was sex.

God, she couldn't agree more... Because, in all the time they'd been together, Stephanie was not in love with him. That proved to be an impossible feat of which she was incapable. That was because Paul Levesque was so hateful...

Stephanie recalled also, how, a few months ago, Adam Copeland had rejected her. Her eyes narrowed once again as she bitterly remembered how he'd turned her down. He'd refused to go to bed with her in exchange for a definitely WWE title victory and reign.

What in hell was wrong with him...?

The brunette frowned. She considered herself a decently attractive and desirable woman. People had told her time and again that she was beautiful. Therefore, because of her looks, not to mention her wealth, why would any guy turn her down?? Who the hell did Adam Copeland think he was??

A slow, sadistic grin spread across her face as she realized the irony - Adam was about to undergo surgery for a serious neck injury. He would be out for an entire year afterward.

How fitting... Stephanie thought. How funny life can be...