"I did a little arithmetic. Twenty two or older when graduating, ten years with the Mounties and another three since then. She was older than she look...d. At least thirty five, I thought. Amazing. She barely looked to be in her thirties."Would you be interested in meeting my friend? He's always looking for good people," I smiled."I gather he's in Vancouver?" Yes. Is that a problem?" Hell no! It's a bonus," she laughed."Fine. Let me make a phone call tomorrow morning. I'll talk to Harold. If he's. In the meantime, you and Stan could show her the ropes. Of course, you’d have to open up your books if you and she get far enough down the road.”“You’re saying that you know how to set this whole thing up?” Mille asked.“I do,” Cal assured her. “I would be representing Roxie. You would need your own lawyer on your side and an accountant, too.”Cal stayed silent as Millie thought for a few seconds.“Let me run this by Stan. I’ll need to wait until he’s in the right frame of mind. So, tell Roxie not. He'd never felt this way about another female before. Lucinda had such an affect of him."I'm sorry mom," Jake said in a soft voice as he stared out the window. He wiped his tears and hoped Lucinda would come back to him otherwise he'd have to go to her and if that's what it took then he would do it."Lucinda?" Joy said as she opened her door.Lucinda stood outside crying. "Joy can I stay here for tonight? Please?"Joy stepped aside to let her friend in. "What's wrong honey? Are you OK?"Lucinda. A name up in lights, on marquees, on posters and billboards. The greatest professional wrestler to ever live. Until then, you're just John Doe. You've missed birthdays. You've burnt bridges. You've ended relationships. You've sacrificed everything to be in this exact place. Orlando, Florida. an apartment 10 minutes from the WWE Performance Center. All that's left standing between you and superstardom is quite possibly a million forward rolls and setting up a lot more rings. but when it comes,.