Elise threw herself into her work. She kept the television on. Microprose held press conferences weekly. She had always suspected it was her father's boss' way of keeping attention on himself.
"I'd like to shower some attention on him." She bit out as she typed "The End".
It had taken her less time than she had thought to finish the book. She was about to call Leslie when she heard a pounding on her door. For a moment, her heart skipped. Had her father come to his senses? She hadn't talked to him in three weeks. Three very long weeks.
She had tried not to dwell on the aspect of their relationship she had discovered; the intense, mind-shattering pleasure she had experienced at the hands of her father. It was too confusing. Too unsettling. She felt as if she had surrendered more of herself than she had wanted to; something she should have surrendered to someone other than her own flesh and blood.
She had told Leslie everything including the conversation she had heard between Culver and her father when she was just coming around. Leslie had, at first, been shocked. She had held her through her tears and cursed Culver to hell and back.
Elise had been grateful for Leslie's strength. Leslie was the perfect combination of business mixed with great fashion sense. She always wore suits by all the top designers. At six foot, she was tall for a woman with long lustrous curly red hair she never kept up. It always spilled down around her shoulders. Her moss green eyes always gleamed mischievously as she waited for an adventure to scoop her up. She had a petite slender frame and a perfect beautiful face.
The only good news Leslie had been able to bring was that she had inadvertently recorded everything Francine had said about setting her up and had discovered that Francine Carver wasn't just Francine Carver. She was Francine Culver.
Elise suspected it was common knowledge in the workplace but the outside in the real world it was hidden. She knew some of the same people they did and knew no one would have understood or approved of a daughter not only marrying her father but having children by him. Leslie was leaving it up to her to think of a way to use it to their advantage.
"Leslie?" She was surprised. Normally it took a major crisis to get her out of the office. "What are you...?"
Leslie threw herself at her and hugged her tightly.
"I am so sorry, Elise. I am so very sorry." She murmured.
Elise was too shocked to move. What in the hell was going on now?
"Leslie?" She frowned and looked at her questioningly as she stepped out of her embrace. "What are you sorry about?"
"You don't know." Leslie was shocked. "It's been on every major network, NBC, ABC, and CBS. Culver held a press conference."
Elise took a deep breath and braced herself. She had known this was coming. She had been waiting for it for three weeks.
"That can't be. I've kept the television on every day for weeks." She protested.
Leslie grabbed her arm and stepped inside shutting the door behind her. They both went into her living room and Leslie checked the channel.
"Wrong station." Leslie checked her watched. "They've been playing it every hour."
She turned it to ABC just as they were talking about it.
"Lewis Culver announced this morning that he has made Alec Michaels, Vice-President of Microprose, Incorporated despite the recent scandalous tape where Michaels' daughter romance writer, Elise Michaels, admitted to having an incestuous sexual relationship with him since she was eighteen." The newswoman reported. "Here's a look at this mornings press conference."
"Due to his recognizable sacrifices for the company, I am appointing Alec Michaels as Vice-President of Microprose, an honor he deserves for the dedication he has shown to the company for the last thirty years." Culver smiled arrogantly at the camera.
"Francine was right about one thing." Elise muttered to herself. "He is a distinguished older man."
Leslie snorted in response.
Elise hadn't expected him to be ugly. Francine was anything but. She could see from his stance where Francine got her arrogance, her ruthlessness, and her cold heart from. She could see the fearless look in Culver's eyes and on his face. He wasn't worried at all that anyone would or could take him down.
He was tall with the face of an aged warrior king and aristocratic features that reminded her of a marble immovable Greek statue. He was stoic and strong. He had broad shoulders and looked to be three inches taller than her father's six foot. He wore a black suit with a matching black tie more suited to a funeral than a place of work. Nothing was out of place despite the windy day. It was almost as if because he thought it nothing could touch him.
She had written villains' like him before and had always made sure they got theirs in the end. She didn't think Lewis Culver would be any different. In fact, if he did what she thought he was going to, (some plots were so predictable), then she was going to make his life a living hell.
"When I made the decision." Culver continued on. "I decided to look into the allegations made against him by his own daughter and discovered the tape released is nothing but a disgusting edited tape released by a person who will remain unknown who was jealous Ms. Michaels recently received the RWA Romance Writer of the Year award. This person has been dealt with and punished accordingly."
"I'm sure." Elise murmured.
"I'm sure he's disgusted by something he's secretly doing." Leslie growled angrily.
"Because of the situation and the possible effects on the company, Alec Michaels has graciously agreed to end all contact with his daughter. The situation could not have been created if she had learned to control her mouth."
Elise felt rage fill her. He was blaming her! Her face turned red and she clenched her hands as her father replaced Culver on the podium confirming and agreeing with everything Culver said. The news anchors came back expressing relief that it hadn't been true and chiding Elise for allowing herself to be tricked.
Her body trembled. She let out a shaky breath. Her father had given in. He had let Culver win. She could set in the determined way his jaw was set, knew he had hardened his heart to everyone and everything around him. She had seen it briefly once before when her mother had turned her back on them and walked out the door before he remembered he'd still had her.
Leslie watched her carefully; closely. Elise knew she expected her to break down in tears. Leslie knew how close she was to her father. Tears wouldn't come. She was too fucking angry for that.
"Elise, its okay to grieve for him." Leslie placed a comforting hand on her arm. "You loved him. You offered up yourself to protect him. I don't understand how he could turn his back on you like that after everything you did for him; with him."
Elise could. He was the man with no faith she had written about in her first historical romance. He was resigned to the fact his life was as it was. There was no way back. The world had betrayed him. There was no one who could help him. The only way for him was forward.