Crisis at Comicon by Irene Vartanoff

Author:Irene Vartanoff
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: super heroine female superhero comic book novel strong female protagonist comic-con comic con, girl cosplay cos player, girl geek nerd test, superhero adventure, strong female protagonist, comic-con, comic con, female superhero romance
Publisher: Irene Vartanoff
Published: 2017-12-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

When I entered the hotel suite, I heard Eric moving around.

“Hey, girl,” he said. He came into the living room of the suite holding an old-fashioned glass. He’d already changed into his trademark starched white shirt and dark dress pants. Eric liked to look the part of an executive. He’d been an artist before he’d made his power grab at FC Comics. He was aware of how looks played a role in how he was perceived, and how much power a suit could convey. Since his acne-scarred face would never be conventionally handsome, he compensated by accentuating his danger quotient. He’d never gone Hollywood and tried high-end casual clothes. For him, the retro Frank Sinatra look, the loosened tie against the white shirt, was perfect. I could have jumped his bones right then, except for one tiny little thing. He’d betrayed me.

“What the hell was all that BS you fed me about canceling Swoonie and killing her off?” I asked, fire in my eye.

“Plans changed,” he replied, cool to my heat. He sat in an easy chair and watched me pace toward him to stand over him with arms akimbo.

“When did your plans change? Why did they change? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Leslie became available.”

“So?”

Eric looked at me with dispassion. “She’s high profile in the business. She has movie chops, too.”

Implying that I was nobody, which was the truth.

Eric continued, “There’s free publicity in snatching her from Kane.”

“Most of all, you get to score him off,” I said. Of course that mattered to Eric. He always kept score.

He nodded. His eyes glittered. “He’s got to lose sometime. Why not while he’s celebrating CP’s seventy-fifth anniversary?”

I cocked my head, my anger forgotten. This was more for Eric than merely keeping score. “What do you have against CP? I’ve been talking to people who have issues with CP Comics stemming from the 1940s. What did CP Comics do to you?”

His expression darkened. He took a sip of his drink. “A long time ago, I was a new boy in town. Went with my portfolio to all the comics companies. Showed my idea for a certain comic book character.”

“They didn’t. Oh, Eric,” I said. I knelt by his chair and tried to touch his face. He shook me off. I sat back on my knees.

“Tell me,” I urged. “Have you ever told anybody?”

He surged up from the chair. He ran a hand through his hair. “Why not?” He put his glass on a table. He took a turn around the area between the couch and the chair. “It’s the same ugly story you’ve heard in this business forever. They bought my character, all rights, for the dollar equivalent of one night in this hotel. Then they showed me the door.”

“Which character?” I didn’t know all the names, but I would recognize the big ones.

“The Sidewalker.”

“Oh, no.” Even I knew that name. CP Comics had a TV show with him this year. Eric had been cheated out of a fortune.

“I lived on that fee for six months,” he said.

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