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Haden Oliver Thomas · (01-11-2014)

THURSDAY // JANUARY 9, 2014 // 8:11pm EST
It's party time in Vegas. The streets are filled with people running to the Casinos to take their chance at beating the odds. The MGM Grand is completely packed downstairs with people spending money like there's no tomorrow. At the top of the floor is a special party happening. One that's an invite only and you must be a very special person to get an invite. The entire floor is filled with loud music, free drinks, and people with money.

The annoying sound of an alarm starts going off in one of the rooms.

FRIDAY // JANUARY 10, 2014 // 7:00am EST
From underneath the white bed spreads is a tanned, yet silky smooth arm reaching for the alarm to hit the snooze button. Success. A lady's voice grunts because it's too early to get up based on what happened via the party the evening before.

"It's too early. Can't we just sleep in?"

"Not today. We have a lot of work to do."

"You worked last night."

The lady giggles in referring to the sex they had last night. She pushes herself up a little bit and rests her head on the man's chest. The beautiful blonde with curls and blue eyes smiles hoping he wouldn't leave.

What. The Fuck. Is her name? I can't remember anything about this woman except she wasn't the greatest in the sack. This. Her laying on top of me is not what should be happening. She should say, 'Thank you for the fuck', and then leave. Who does she think she is? What does she this is? A relationship? Give me a fucking break. After one night of talking, her spending time on her knees, and she wants to cuddle?

"Come on, Mr. Thomas, hold me."

"Listen..."

Haden sits up a bit and having the girl fall off his chest. She looks at him with a smile.

"Mind if I'm honest with you?"

"Of course."

"Oh. Well, good. Get the fuck out."

The bad thing about all of this? I find out she's my new business partner's wife.

"You piece of shit!"

She quickly gets off the bed while Haden places his heads on the back of his head relaxing. She's starting to pick up all her clothes.

"My husband is going to take all his fucking money and throw it elsewhere!"

"Baby. Come on."

I still don't know who the hell she is or what her name is. At least she can do is help me out on this.

"Debra, come on."

She pauses and looks at him. The evil glare she gives him notifies he just got her name wrong. He sits up in bed awaiting her next move. She drops all the clothes she has in her hand and runs to the bed, and jumps on Haden. She starts kissing him everywhere.

Jackpot. I got the name. I guess it's round two. I guess I can fuck her again, and then tell her to get out. At some point in all of this, I probably should also find out who she is. But right now, I'm going to make sure she remembers me, then she can tell all her friends.

My name is Haden Oliver Thomas. This is just the beginning of you finding out who I am and what I'm about.

After round two had finished, Harden and the lady had a mini chat. Luckily, she had to leave which made Haden pretty happy he was by himself again. Several days earlier, Haden had his people contact a company called the XWF about purchasing it. Haden saw some value in the company, but the way it had been ran for sometime was dropping any worth it did have. Of course, the only person to get back to him were some officials asking Mr. Thomas to join the roster if he wanted to bring value back. He agreed and signed the contract to be a competitor, but his ultimate goal is to join in part ownership of the company and make it successful. Successful really means putting more money in Haden's pocket.

Haden takes a little walk to his balcony in the hotel room and looks over Vegas. He can't help but wonder what would happen if the XWF were to make its headquarters in this town. The bets. The publicity. The glamour. The parties. With all of these thoughts going through his mind, he decides to take a further step in trying to move forward in his relationship with the company.

Haden removes his cell phone from his pocket and starts flipping through contacts. Somehow, he has managed to get Shane

's contact number and dials it. No one answers, but a strange voicemail message comes up. Something about potatoes, the history of potatoes, and phone interrupts with the beep. Haden gets a bit thrown off from the voicemail automated message, but quickly starts talking to his voicemail.

"Shane. It's your new XWF superstar, Haden Oliver Thomas. I'm not sure if you know me or not, but go ahead and google me. Ask around in Vegas or other top businesses around the world. You'll find out who I am real quick and one of those facts you'll get on me is I have money. And lots of it. I want to invest in your company, not just as a competitor, but as an investor. I can make things happen for you, Shane. I can take us to new heights. Merchandise with a fat percentage in your pocket. Gambling. Fame, fortune, power, and you wouldn't even need some board of directions or administration network any longer. I can fix this whole problem. Let me take it off your hands and make this company a success. You can even buy all the potatoes you want. We, are more than dreamers, we are deliverers, Shane. It's why you're the owner of this company. It's why I own several businesses and have lots of investors. Help me deliver the goods to you, Shane."

Haden hangs up his cell phone and continues to enjoy the scenery from his room. His phone vibrates and it's a quick XWF update. It informs him Monday Night Madness is going to be an open event where anyone can fight and no one will know their opponent. Haden pauses to think about joining the crew in Chicago after only moments from signing a contract.

Haden decides to make another phone call to his assistant who handles most of his traveling.

"Jen. Can you book me for a few nights in Chicago?"

"Sure, Mr. Thomas. Dates?"

"12th through the 15th."

"Waldorf Astoria Chicago okay with you?"

"Fine."

"Yes sir. Anything else Mr. Thomas?"

"I'm going to need some stress relief."

"Yes sir."

"I'm going to need you there as well. So make the room for two guests, one bed. Thanks."

Haden hangs up.

"I guess I'm going to Chicago. This ought to be fun."

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