yuna shows up at the cottage because shane isn’t replying to her emails or texts or calls, all while she basically has samsung and in the palm of her hand ready to sign a deal with shane
she locks herself in and very nearly gets an eyesore of something she definitely shouldn’t see - but thankfully shane was able to stop her in time (barely dressed)
“what the fuck are you doing here?!”
“well you’ve been ignoring me all week! no answers, no word, nothing - and meanwhile i’ve almost secured the next big sponsorship for you with samsung”
“mum! you know these are the only two weeks of the year ilya and i get to be completely alone and safe in our own home…with no one interrupting us or fucking up our peace”
“and i’m so sorry the world is so unfair to you baby, but really it would’ve only taken you an hour or two to read over the new potential contract with samsung and reply — (interrupted)”
“i’m on vacation! im not gonna read any contracts or spend any amount of time away from my man. we get two precious weeks out of the year just to our selves, where we can finally fucking breathe!…also samsung? i’ve never owned a samsung product ever in my life?”
“well it would be a good opportunity for you! all they want is a photoshoot over the weekend, one or two sponsored instagram posts and photops where you use the new phone — (interrupted again)”
“do you even hear yourself?! this weekend? the last one ilya and i have together before we’re separated again and have to pretend the other doesn’t exist? actually no, im not explaining anymore. get out and give me your fucking key”
“your emergency key. clearly you don’t know what qualifies as an emergency. had i not heard your car pull in you would’ve seen your son in a very compromising position. i’ll only trust dad with the key form now on.”
“but what about samsung? shall i tell them you require some additional time to consider —”
“no! i’m not signing with any new sponsors. i’ll keep rolex and ccm but once my other contracts expire i will not resign. i’m a hockey player, not a model.” (takes a deep breath)
“but these sponsors help give you a better image, a broader reach and — ”
“i’m the most famous man in hockey. i already have fans outside of hockey just because of my looks. i do not need any more, i do not want any more. i just want to play hockey”
“you’ve worked so hard for so long for me. you’ve done incredible work — fuck, you even got me a rolex sponsorship before i even set foot on mlh ice…but i think we’ve reached the point where i don’t need all this anymore. you’d do much better working with rookies or players like hayden who really need your help. i don’t.”
“but shane, honey - i love supporting you”
“and i want your support mom. but not as my manager, because clearly you’ve forgotten where the fucking line is.”
“so what - this is it, you’re firing me?” (tearful but composed)
“maybe. or maybe we should mtually decide to end our professional partnership. because as my manager you might be right to check up on a client not responding to any calls…but as my mom you should’ve fucking known what our silent retreat means, you should’ve never come here to berate me about a sponsorship you should know i’d never want”
(yuna nodding in quiet acceptance)
“now hand over the key and please leave. we’ll see you both on saturday for dads pasta. until then i don’t want to be near any other person”
“i’ll …i’ll do as you say. and i’ll find a way out of this samsung deal, i promise”
“thanks mom” (still barely dressed, drool dried on his chin) “i appreciate it”
“and, maybe…maybe you’re right, even though it will fucking hurt not helping your career. but we can figure all this out after your vacation.
“you will still be there for me mom, just from the stands and not from behind the camera”
(quick hug and kiss on the cheek) “well, dad and i look forward to seeing you both on saturday. kiss ilya for me, honey”
“i will. say hi to dad, ilya will have a thousand new questions about mcgill for him so he better be ready…now you have about five seconds to leave before ilya comes out here naked and — ”