'And spite's as good a reason to take his power'
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Almost twenty years ago, Logan Roy had an affair with Elizabeth Ronan's mother, one that ended in her divorce and a number of rather unsavoury news s...
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|| CHAPTER 4 –Frolicking in a Field of Daisies ||
(Season 1 Ep 4 – 'Sad Sack Wasp Trap')
--- (A/N This chapter is the longest I've ever written for a fic..oops. I hope it's entertaining, I think it's a lot of fun...) ---
It was early morning and Elizabeth had just wrapped up an astoundingly odd phone call.
She'd been eating breakfast at her tiny kitchen counter when Daniel's name popped up on her phone's screen. She had initially been relived when he'd said that he was finally willing to reveal what the damaging thing was that he was worried could harm his wife's senate campaign, but that feeling hadn't lasted long. In fact, she very quickly regretted that she hadn't finished her cereal before he'd told her exactly what that damning thing was.
It was his asshole.
A picture of his asshole posted on a website called Filthy Rich.
Now, having just hung up with him, she had to brace herself before dialling Shiv's number. It was early enough that she'd still be at home.
As the phone rang the dawn light warmed her as it streamed through the wall of windows at her back. The view was about the only good thing about her shoebox apartment. Her shoebox that was still somehow heinously expensive.
"Why are you calling? We're about to see each other." Shiv's disgruntled voice was muffled by a mouth full of food, clearly Elizabeth had caught her in the middle of her breakfast like Daniel had done to her.
Elizabeth fiddled with a lock of her hair, still wild from her night's sleep.
"Daniel just called me." That seemed the best place to start.
"Joyce's husband Daniel?"
"He's worried he's done something to hurt Joyce's campaign. Which, when it gets out, it absolutely could." Elizabeth spun around on her stool, so she was looking across her couch and out of the windows. At least she'd have a nice view as she passed on the information.
"Oh, what the fuck now?" Shiv exclaimed, the clattering of cutlery being dropped into a bowl.
"There's a dating site that got hacked. Filthy Rich? It's basically for wealthy people who want to have affairs."
"Delightful. Was he on it?" Shiv's voice was steady now, her political strategist demeanour swiftly donned.
"Quite a lot of him was on it." Elizabeth grimaced.
"What- what the fuck does that mean Elizabeth? His dick?"
She decided being blunt was probably for the best.
"He posted a picture of his asshole."
"What? Fuck off. Can anyone prove it's his?"
"Well, he made it quite easy for them by posting it himself and captioning it: Check out my asshole."
