Athena sat at her office desk, looking out the window at the urban sprawl beneath her.
The skyline was a mix of gleaming steel and glass buildings interwoven with patches of greenery, a landscape that reflected both the chaos and beauty of life. But her mind, at the moment, was stuck on a singular thought—Ewan's carelessness.
Why hadn't he dropped by for his check-up and treatment commencement as they had agreed?
He had promised he would, and she had thought that they were on good professional terms after their last conversation. Not that she cared about him as a person; it was just… strange.
Day after day went by without a word from him—no text, no calls, not even a simple inquiry about how she had made it home that night. Athena pushed aside the nagging thought that perhaps he had been manipulated again to think she was the villain.
