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The job of a General Manager doesn’t end when the show goes off air, that was a lesson Elsa McCarthy learned the hard way. She had come to dread those extended Wednesday nights, the long hours spent in her office running through paperworks while waiting for the complaints that, almost regularly, she must deal with. Some legit, some others mere whims of spoiled superstars whose ego with bruised egos.

Tonight was one of the worst nights since taking the job. She just had to deal with Eloise K. LeBeau informing her that her client Anastasia Starling decided to walk out of the company, relinquishing the Cloud Gate championship. As if this wasn’t enough to upset the young general manager who had now to come up with a last minute solution for her brand’s most prestigious title, left vacant by the Songbird, the content of the letter she Ana left unsettled her even more.

As much as she tried to hide it, more so now that the owner of MWE herself had joined her inside the office, that much was evident by her body language. Grace van Beek on the other hand, was waiting for Ryen Riekert to open the envelope Anastasia addressed to her. Once he did, she started reading the letter, not before sanitizing her hands. A few seconds later she handed it back to the head of her personal security.

Elsa McCarthy:
Did.. Did you read it?

She asked hesitantly, well aware that too little time had passed since Grace took the letter in her hands for her to having gone through the content.

Grace van Beek:
I wasted enough time on that. How do you intend to proceed, miss McCarthy?

That letter was far less flattering than the one she received, of that Elsa was sure. And the fact that Grace so quickly dismissed it was no surprise. Her question though took the young General Manager off guard. She didn’t have enough time to find a solution, the meeting with Eloise had only just ended and on top of that she wasn’t in the right mind frame to focus on the fate of the title now. Not after what she just read…

Elsa McCarthy:
I… Have some ideas, but I want to give it a deeper thought. Give me a couple of days, miss van Beek, and I’ll make my decision.

There was a moment of silence following her words. It was interrupted by Grace’s voice.

Grace van Beek:
That is fair. There is a more pressing and urgent matter I wanted to discuss with you.

More important than one of the company’s top stars walking out, partly because of how she felt she was mistreated? More important than one of, if not the most prestigious title in the company being now vacant? Elsa kept these thoughts to herself, staring at Grace as the Diamond Princess continued to speak.

Grace van Beek:
I am sure you saw how mister Lyndon has been acting since he joined my company, that you heard what he has been saying about me.

Elsa McCarthy:
Miss van Beek, with all due respect as your assistant I told you that hiring him was a bad idea…

Grace interrupted her.

Grace van Beek:
I am not questioning the decision I took and neither should you.

She spoke in a stern and cold tone, shooting a reproachful stare to make Elsa toe the line.

Grace van Beek:
Unfortunately, Mister Lyndon seems to have a problem with authority, my authority specifically. That little stunt he pulled last week when he walked out of his scheduled match shall not go unpunished.

Elsa McCarthy:
Are you thinking a suspension? Or… worse?

Grace van Beek:
No. But when you choose his opponent for the Pay-Per-View, make sure he cannot run this time.

All of a sudden, a pissed off BROOKFORD interrupted Grace and Elsa’s conversation. His attention was on Elsa initially. Didn’t take long for him to notice Grace van Beek in the room.
He took a deep breath.

BROOKFORD:
Grace, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was hoping Elsa could hand me Vin’s head on a pike. Joey’s too for that matter. I had my match won. Vin stuck his nose where it didn’t belong. After the nonsense Joey tweeted, he needs to learn his place. I’m not in the mood to be playing games. I can come back, let you two conclude your business.

Elsa stuttered, visibly intimidated by the Problem Solver. It was Grace who, instead, took word.

Grace van Beek:
It is Miss van Beek.

She pointed out.

Grace van Beek:
It is ok, you can stay. I understand how you are feeling, and your thirst for revenge is comprehensible. But I believe Miss McCarthy had other plans for Leclair and Halstead, since I’ve been asked to authorize a particularly violent match between the two of them. Isn’t that so, Elsa?

The young general manager nodded, barely glancing at BROOKFORD. The Problem Solver sighs.

BROOKFORD:
Fair enough, guess I’ll wait. You two have a good day; I’m out.

BROOKFORD goes to make a speedy exit when he hears Grace calling his name.

Grace van Beek:
Are you in a hurry, Mr BROOKFORD? Because I could have an interesting proposition for you. One that could help you releasing some of that frustration you have been building.

BROOKFORD turned around. Grace had his undivided attention.

BROOKFORD:
I’m listening.

A smirk appeared on Grace's face.

Grace van Beek:
I am sure you have seen Alexander Lyndon. He is not one to go unnoticed, neither for his questionable looks or the things he says. We were just discussing possible opponents for him when you timely appeared. I am not one to believe in fate, but I can recognize an occasion when I see one. How do you feel about facing Mister Lyndon, perhaps inside a steel cage?

A satisfied smile formed on his face. BROOKFORD cracked his knuckles.

BROOKFORD:
Consider the Alexander Lyndon problem... solved. Just a matter of how badly you want me to remind him of his place in the world.

Grace van Beek:
He has quite the thick skull. Make sure he does remember it, this time.

BROOKFORD nodded.

BROOKFORD:
Perfect.

As the Underground Dynasty Champion left the room, Grace smiled at Elsa.

Grace van Beek:
That is one less matter to handle for you. I expect you to resolve the Cloud Gate situation with the usual brilliancy you showed in the past, miss McCarthy. Have a good evening.

And on that, the clip faded to black.