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The Highest Stakes - Part1 - Vincent Lane - 05-08-2017
In his office, the former "Loverboy" and current XWF CEO Vincent Lane sits with his fingers rubbing against his temples, the bluetooth headset bouncing up and down over his hot pink bandanna in rhythm with the massaging.
"Shane... Shane, look, this isn't my fault..."
He squeezes his eyes shut and grimaces again as the headset audibly squawks in angry response. It looks like Vincent hasn't slept in weeks.
"Shane! Dude, listen to me, okay? This isn't on me. Nobody knew who the Japs were fronting. And everything would still be fine if Madison..."
Another loud noise from the bluetooth. Vincent pulls the headset off and smashes it onto his desk, shattering it. The mouthpiece spins across the lacquered finish and comes to a stop an inch or two away from a cigarette hole burnt into the corner of the desk.
"This fucking guy..."
"What ABOUT this fucking guy, Vinnie?"
Vincent jumps up and scrambles, not realizing that disconnecting the headset would automatically put the call onto speaker.
"Uh, shit, Shane, look man... this is bad, but we can fix it. I'm not happy about sharing some open-plan office with Pryce either, but the fact of the matter is that the fans are into the Kings. Young women are tuning in in droves for Samuels. Doc is bringing in the divorcees. Theo's metrics with single males are astounding. And... well, Maddy trends on PornHub, apparently. I don't know. But you can trust me, Shane. I've got an idea."
"You better have a great idea, Lane! The XWF belongs to ME. It belongs to the
family! If I have to come knock you back down to managing the catering department, I'll fucking do it."The sounds from Shane's side of the line seem moist for some reason. It's very off-putting.
"Shane, I just need you to trust me. I made some calls. I looked around. I remember when the Kings were here the first time... it was me who came closest to handing them a loss. This time, if it has to be me personally, I'll just have to fucking step up and do it. But not with Gilmour or Morbid for fuck's sake. No. I need to think outside the box when the entire company is on the line, and that's exactly what I've done. These are the Highest Stakes of them all, Shane, and I am pulling out all the stops. So, like I said... I just need you to trust me."
"Yeah? Well I'd better be able to trust you. You fuck this up and you're done."
A hollow click follows Shane's dismissal before Vincent can utter another word. After sitting there thoughtfully for long, pregnant moments, Lane presses the intercom button.
"Yes baby? How did it go?"
"Not great, Rox. I need you to put me through to another call."
"Anything for you. Who are you calling?"
Vincent taps his fingers nervously.
"Look up a Mr. Jean Save in the rolodex."
"Okay... who's that?"
Another pause.
"You'll see."
................................ to be continued.