"You know, Athena, when I saw your message a few hours ago, that you wanted to see me by this time, I didn't believe it. You don't permit morning meetings. To you, it is a sacrilege. What changed?"
Athena laughed, stood up from her seat and gave Zane a side hug. "You are exaggerating again, Zane. Good morning. How was your night?"
Zane pouted. "I'm not sure. I woke up to this morning to trouble. Ewan's company was going under, and then all of a sudden, everywhere was bright and clear. You had anything to do with it? My father thinks you do."
Athena sipped from her second cup of orange juice.
Ewan had left thirty minutes ago, after she told him she was expecting a client.
She had avoided mentioning Zane, knowing it would trigger the male.
Now, she didn't understand why she did that.
Was she having a soft spot for him again? She forbade it!
"They met this morning?"
"Yeah." Zane answered, before calling a waiter.
