"Daddy, he me!"

Eileen lays sobbing on the couch, pointing at you. "He **** me Daddy, he **** me! He **** himself on me when I came to talk to him about Meghan, he took advantage of me, and **** me. You saw it Daddy!"

Gavin looks at his sobbing daughter dispassionately. "Eileen be still. You forget who you're talking to. I know you and your behavior far too well to fall for that at this stage of my life. You came in here, flirted, made an open invitation, and when you lost control of the situation you blame someone else. You've done it since you were fourteen years old, Eileen and you haven't fooled me since you were eighteen. Now straighten yourself up and act like a responsible person."

She looks at him with teary defiance. "He's **** Meghan too! Your own granddaughter. He **** her and you're protecting him. You're protecting him because you hate me," she wails.

Gavin shakes his head in sorrow and looks at you apologetically. "Sorry about this John, I'm afraid there's more than a bit of ugliness in my family."

"You never believe anything I say, you always think I'm lying, you hate me," Eileen continues, beating her fists against her knees in fury.

Gavin looks irritated and resigned. "Oh very well," he says, turning to the door and opening it. "Meghan, would you step in here please." A moment later your secretary stands in your office wide eyed, starting at her hysterical mother and casting glances at you and her grandfather.

"Now, child, tell us the truth. Has Mr. Chandler **** you?"

"No Grandfather," she replies in a quiet voice, looking at him directly.

"Has he had sex with you at all?"

"No grandfather. I...I took him in my mouth once, but I wanted to do that. I wanted more than that but he says I haven't deserved it."

"Did you tell your Mother anything different? Did you tell her that Mr. Chandler had **** you?"

She looks horrified at the suggestion. "No! I did no such thing! Mother!"

"Meghan darling, you can tell the truth. Mama is here to protect you," Eileen says tearfully. "He **** me, the dirty beast."

Meghan manages to look even more horrified, and then anger floods across her face.

"That's a filthy lie Mama. It's the same lie you've told before. With others. With others who liked me. You took them Mama, you took them from me. You whipped me and called me a whore and had Daddy spank me, and you called me a slut." The words come out of her in a fierce rant. "You're doing it again, Mama. You came here to fuck Mr. Chandler because you knew I wanted him, you knew and you wanted to take him just like you took others from me. But he was too strong for you wasn't he Mama? He saw through your wicked filthy lies and he may have fucked you, but he doesn't care a damn about you, he used you like a whore because that's all you are Mama." Her voice catches and she starts to break down but takes a breath and gathers herself. She turns to look at you, her eyes full of tears, but a strength in her face you haven't seen before.

"I'm sorry this happened Mr. Chandler. I'm sorry for everything." She wipes tears from her face and composes herself, steadying her voice. "I'll gather my things and leave, Sir. Thank you for being my boss and for trying to help me. Goodbye, Sir." She turns and walks towards the door. Her grandfather puts out a hand as if to stop her, then lets it drop and watches her leave and shut the door. He turns back and shares a glance with you, both of you raising your eyebrows. Then his face hardens and he turns to his daughter.

"I never realized until this very moment just how much of a poisonous bitch you are, Eileen."