Bearly In Control by Kim Fox Page A

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    Grace didn’t want to ruin his moment but it was too important to hide. Plus she couldn’t stand next to that whore on camera and smile.
    Her Dad could postpone the press conference to a later date. The primary elections weren’t for another few months anyways. A couple of days wouldn’t make a big difference. She couldn’t imagine that her Dad would want Daisy by his side after he found out that she cheated on him. Multiple times. With her boyfriends. That part still made Grace’s blood boil.
    It would be better to split up with Daisy before he announced his running than after anyways. The press would only focus on that and it might ruin his chances. It would be hard to hear but Grace was sure that she was doing the right thing.
    “I have something to show you,” she said. Her hand holding the cellphone was shaking.
    “Ci Ci,” he said, glancing at her for half a second before turning back to the mirror. “Does my hair look okay?”
    “Dad it’s important.” She took a deep breath. “The camera in the kitchen recorded-”
    He raised his finger to her face, cutting her off. He pulled out his phone from the inside pocket of his jacket and answered it. “Walter!” he said, laughing. “I guess this means you’ll finally let me win our next golf game?”
    Grace snatched the phone out of his hand and hung up on Walter, whoever that was.
    He looked at her with wide eyes.
    “Look,” she said, thrusting the phone in front of him. The scene was playing on the screen.
    “You don’t have to play that game with me.” Daisy’s voice came through the small speakers. Her father watched it with a furrowed brow.
    Grace could hardly breathe while he watched it. She didn’t want to be the one to break her father’s heart.
    The scene cut off as Daisy ran out of the kitchen, before he phased into a bear. Her Dad looked up at her.
    “She’s slept with all of my boyfriends,” Grace blurted out. That part was still a shock to her. “She tried to seduce Edwin!”
    “Is this the only copy of the video?” he asked.
    Grace nodded. “I deleted the videos from the control room.”
    Her Dad turned back to the phone and deleted it. He handed her the phone back. His face was calm. He didn’t seem like he cared.
    “Forget that you saw this,” he said.
    Grace gasped. “What?” she asked, confused. “She had her hand down Edwin’s pants!”
    He held her hand and looked at her with puppy dog eyes. “Now is not the time for this. This is a very big day for our family. A historic day.”
    Grace’s mouth dropped. “But-”
    “We need to put up the face of a strong family unit.” He patted the back of her hand. “Polls show that the American public will vote for family men more than single men. I need to have a wife by my side for the cameras.”
    Grace couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She was speechless.
    “We have to keep this under the rug.” He let go of her hand and pulled out his comb. He turned back towards the mirror and ran it through his hair. “It’s for the best. It’s for the good of the family.”
    “You mean what’s good for your career?”
    He frowned.
    Grace squeezed her hands into fists. She was tired of the charade. She was tired of the lies.
    “You’re always claiming that everything you do is for the good of the family but you don’t care about the family. And you don’t care about me.”
    “Ci Ci,” he said, still combing his hair.
    “You don’t even care about Daisy. Or my dead Mom. What was it ten months before you remarried?” She was trying hard to hold in her tears. Tears of anger not sadness.
    “Watch yourself Ci Ci,” he warned. “Now is not the time.”
    “It’s never the time,” she snapped. “You always preach what’s good for the family but you only care what’s good for you. What’s good for your image. What will get you to the Presidency.”
    He rolled his eyes. It enraged her further.
    “You’ve always made me do things that I don’t want to