I need a vacation (Candice)

[awall]

Candice's cellular phone rings, but it goes straight to voicemail. She must have it off... or something... but the caller on the other end hopes she catches it in time....

"Candice! Hey, it's Amanda... and guess what... I'm taking you up on that offer to come out for a little bit. I am soooooooooo stressed out... It's killing me. I need a break... My company is done and out, and I'm sure you've heard by now my major benefactor, Jon Pryor, was found dead... and, yeah... I've just got a lot on my mind and need to blow off some steam. Give me a call back, kay? I'm already crossing the Ambassador Bridge over into Canada.... hopefully the long drive will give me time to think... bye!"

[/i]

[awall]

"Argh!!!!!!!"

She'd been pulled over just north of Windsor, Ontario for about five minutes now, her cell phone just clicked shut after she received the news. Amanda Wallace was looking forward to a vacation after closing her company down, in order to clear her mind and plot her next step. She sure as hell didn't want to go back to Michigan... *sigh*....

The man who had helped her open her previous company, Full Contact Wrestling, was found dead earlier in the week, just prior to her launching her final show. The news had rocked her, despite things that happened between her and Jon Pryor... a lot of it didn't add up to her. Still pretty unbelievable that it all had happened. Another reason she wanted the vacation, perhaps... an opportunity to properly mourn. Something she couldn't do in the stressful environment she was in. But, alas... she throws her car back into drive and turns around. She didn't have to go back to Detroit, no... she had to head even further away from that back to Ann Arbor. Jon's lawyer had called her up... something about his will...

"Candice? It's Amanda again... well... I just got off the phone with Jon Pryor's lawyer... and I've gotta head back... I guess we'll have to scratch that vacation for now. Look me up when you get done with Game Over, okay? Bye..."

She hated leaving voicemails... but Candice was a busy woman. Tossing her cell phone into the passenger seat, she almost wondered how Candice's season-ending pay per view was going... probably something that shouldn't be missed. Toronto was something Amanda didn't want to miss... that was a beautiful city.... but... ugh. She knew she would somehow have to have something to do with Jon's death... didn't know why she was trying to escape so quickly... but it all just brought back more memories to keep her preoccupied on the long trek back...

[/i]

[awall]

Downtown Ann Arbor... Jon's lawyer's practice was just barely off of the University of Michgan campus... Amanda loved this town, even though she didn't really want to be here. It was as fun as Jon said it was, and, well, this isn't the reason why she'd want her first visit to be here. *sigh*

She can only gaze out of the window waiting on the lawyer... she was in Jon's will... that is all that she knows. How someone in their mid-twenties has a will now-a-days is beyond her... she's never put a thought into it at all... but hey, to each his own, right? Jon also had much, much more estate than she could ever dream of having, she knew that much. He was strange enough that he would wrestle full time, have only one house in what could be a very cold Michigan, and drove what he did... but oh well.

"Miss Wallace? Mr. Weinstein is ready for you... He's through the door just to my left..."

"Thanks..."

She gathers her things, silently walking through the door, not much of a smile on her face. She sooooooo didn't want to be here, especially for this. This just brought more closure to him being gone... that she was the recipient of things he would no longer need because he's not here to use them...

"Miss Wallace, take a seat..."

Mr. Weinstein was already digging through a pamphlet when she entered, eyeing her from across the desk as he pulled out a document.

"How are things today?"

"Could be a lot better..."

"I know what you mean... Jon's mother was quite hysterical when she was in here... tough loss..."

"Yeah."

She didn't even want to talk, drumming her fingers on the arm of the chair in front of the desk. Her eyes keep glancing to the outside, the slightly clouded sun inviting her to flee, to head somewhere where she doesn't have to accept the truth, or accept this.

"Well, Mr. Pryor had written this document back in January of this year... in fact even calling me again not even two weeks ago to draft another one after his accident in the ring, Miss Wallace... He wanted to make sure everyone was taken care of. Even you, even his wife-to-be. Unfortunately... that appointment had never taken place..."

"I see..."

Of course, Lilith had been missing in action for a long time... she wouldn't be surprised if she was the reason Jon took the route he did...

"Miss Wallace... Jon had left you quite a lot. *ahem*... "To my partner in business, Miss Amanda JoAnne Wallace, I in a clear state of body, mind, and soul, do leave her an amount of Seven and a half... million... dollars...."

"Oh my god...."

She just froze in the chair, more tears being shed over the man that had tried to take FCW from her only months ago... The same man who she had known for all of these years, from when she was in college, to New York... all of it. The reality of him being gone... and the reality that she believed that he still wanted to see her taken care of... all of it just comes crashing down on her, not even listening to the rest of what he was reading from the page. He probably thought FCW was to be running still at that time... it has to explain it... has to...

"Are you alright?"

"Sorry... It's... just real rough..."

"Oh, I understand completely... he was a good friend of mine. I was out there not even a month ago after his first concussion... had dinner at his house and everything. He was a good man... Now.... One thing I need from you, Miss, is an account number..."

Through soggy eyes, she only nods, digging through her purse. Seven... and a half... wow... She knows she has to put that money to good use...