"Essie! Why did you do that to Laura? You colored her hair and her fucking scalp bright red! With Indian ink! Do you know what it is going to cost to get that sorted? Her father is fucking going to sue me!" I said, fucking furious with my daughter.
"She started it daddy. She's a bitch and a slut! She screwed Will away from me."
"What? Did Will sleep with you?"
Essie knew she was on thin ice now. She knew that I thought Will was a gutless coward with a quick tongue and nothing else who wanted her money. She also knew there was going to be hell to pay if he had deflowered her, there was already hell to pay for what she had done to Laura. I had a track record of being able to escalate any punishment and that meant she needed to convince me that she had not romped around with Will.
Essie already knew her start up fund was going to take a hit because I had warned her when she turned seventeen that I wasn't going to scream and shout and spank her anymore if she was out of line. I was going make a dent in her start up fund. She was going into adulthood now and needed to understand there were bottom line consequences for screwing up.
On her fifteenth birthday I had opened an account for her and put half a million dollars into it for her to start her own business or pay for college. She had watched it grow over three years very nicely and as it stood now she could study anywhere if her marks were good enough and buy herself a place to live, and still have some left over for a little sideline hustle.
"No dad! We only dated twice but we were set to... then she opened her legs for him!"
I considered what she said critically. I bought it too, my greatest strength in business was an ability to know when somebody was lying to me. I also pegged Will to be the kind of guy who was into instant gratification and who saw no reason to build anything.
I had started in business as a private detective and had been paid to find evidence for divorce cases mostly until I got a scoop on a really nice case of stolen money. A construction firm had lost eighty million dollars to an accountant who had embezzled the money and sent it on a world tour through banks to launder it at a profit. More accurately he had been blackmailed into doing it and had died before the laundering was complete. It had been a long investigation that had taught me a lot about how international banking worked and found a professional at extorting money.
The accountant had tried to work an insurance policy in clearing the extortionist's bank account on the last stop. The extortionist had screwed up torturing the information out of the accountant and I got him put away for murder in a South American prison. When I found the money eventually there was a lot more than the construction company had lost and nobody to claim it. Instead of bending over backwards to find out who the money had been stolen from I had kept it because the extortionist had tried to kill me too and used it to start my own thing as a venture capitalist and trader. This had given me a seven hundred million dollar start in business.
Essie's mother had cheated on me when Essie was eighteen months old and got shot by a jealous wife. I had known she was cheating and had been in the process of getting evidence when she got shot, being a cop at the time it had meant the end of my career. As such I did not really mourn her and had no trouble getting custody of Essie. Social services saw me starting the private detective business and gave me the benefit of the doubt because my parents were available to help take care of her. In thanks for a cheaper, quicker, and less painful divorce I had made sure the killer got it easy in prison and set her up in a beauty parlor business when she got out.
I thought Essie had dodged a bullet with slutty Laura showing her what spineless Will was. She had heard me talking about cheaters often enough to know that the best thing that could happen with a cheater was to sass him or her out before you committed and the damage got serious. She thought she knew what I was going to say.
I was more curious about how she had got it right. For ink to soak up hair into the follicles and then into the girl's scalp to give her a painless but very glaring tattoo must have taken hours. I did not buy the story Laura spun that Essie had tied her down, my daughter didn't work that way. She was too small while Laura was entirely capable of delivering a ferocious slap.
"How did you do it?"
"We were drawing mandalas in art for the semester exam and Laura was in front of me. She was having fun before the exam started by slapping me in the face with her braids so when we started drawing I put them in my ink bottle."
I actually thought it was a pretty good move and struggled to keep a straight face. The only thing wrong with it had been that there could only have been one culprit. Laura's blonde hair in tight Nordic braids had soaked the whole bottle up. She now had her hair shaved and was apparently crying at home with a bright red scalp. There was a doctor looking at the problem and he was talking about a laser process used to remove tattoos. That was going to cost a lot. It was going to cost even more because the stupid slut now needed counseling for the trauma too. In a court I would lose a damages case although the judge would have a damn good laugh. I was tempted to pull that on her father but that would chew Essie's start up fund completely.
"Right here is what we're going to do. We're going to make her dad sue for damages. I will deal with the legal costs. Until the case is resolved though your start up money is frozen. When they can give a total we'll deal with it."