Athena pretended to be in thought, at Alfonso's request, whereas she was brimming with satisfaction at her plans coming together beautifully.
Taking her eyes away from a pleading Alfonso, who was now kneeling in front of her desk, she glanced at Fiona.
Fiona was finding it hard to maintain her sorrowful mask.
When her father had suddenly crawled to meet Athena, she had been numb for a second; only reverting to reality, when her father made his plea again.
Athena smirked in victory, baiting the latter.
But Fiona refused to fall into the trap this time around.
To help her cause, she hurried to her father's side, and prostrated before Athena.
Athena chuckled softly. Fiona was learning quickly.
"Do you have your company documents with you? Or an article detailing the state of your company?" She finally spoke, needing to be free of their pestering presence.
