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“Hi Trish,” Stephanie said, sneering at Trish, knowing she had won. “I told you there was room for only one dominant female and now you know that to be true. And in case you didn’t, I came here to prove it to you.” Trish after all she had been through, sighed to herself. There was no chance in hell she could stand up to Steph at this point. Look at what had happened this time. “What do you want, Stephanie?” Trish replied. She had no idea what Stephanie wanted, but was willing to do some pathetic chore like getting her coffee. “Well, to begin with, Trish,” Stephanie said with a bitterness in her voice, “You seem to have forgotten that I am the dominant female. So from now on, you will address my as Mistress.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me you little bitch,” Trish thought to herself. But she clenched her teeth together, maintained her composure, and replied, “Yes Mistress Stephanie. Now what is it you want?” “That’s better,” Stephanie laughed, closing the door behind her. “You look like quite a mess, Trish. What’s that puddle over there?” Stephanie asked pointing to where McMahon, Brisco and Patterson’s juices had leaked.