"Doctor Athena, Mr. Alfonso Adams is here to see you."
Athena furrowed her eyebrows, watching her personal assistant, Ciara, make the report with her usual blend of cheerfulness and eagerness, as if she held the secrets of the universe in her hands.
"Did he state his reason for being here?" She finally asked, reclining deeper into the chair as if her body could magically absorb some patience.
"No, ma'am," Ciara answered smartly, her tone suggesting that she was thoroughly aware of her boss' struggle with impatience. "Should I send him away?"
Athena would have loved to. The thought of dodging any more theatrics from the Adams family was enticing, particularly when she felt as though she was beating her head against a high gate at the end of every tunnel of inquiry.
The team's investigation into the events of the last two nights had turned up null. No witnesses, no leads, and still no word from Mr. Thorne!
