When will this click? Athena wondered, chewing on her lower lip, impatience flaring within.
With her approaching wedding with Ewan, which had her tingling with excitement whenever she thought of it, the need to tie up loose ends increased. And the one more poignant was Cedric’s.
The other, the one that was now a dull ache that she scarcely remembered unless there was a cause for it, was no longer a priority.
Aiden had promised her though that it was still being looked into, that she should focus on her recent role as head of the Thorne Empire, and these days it was getting easier.
She just had to deal with these people, who had wrecked her grandparents at one point; even though her grandfather had told her it might take years, that they didn’t have to do that now.
But Athena wanted to do it now. She had set her plays in the right positions. She was just impatient that they were taking longer than she expected.
Two weeks after she had been hosted by her grand aunt, a week since Cedric was convicted, and there had been no play. Were they still thinking they could bail him out?
Hadn’t they realized that it wouldn’t be feasible, since she was the Thorne with the highest power now, next to her grandparents.
She hadn’t given them a response as she had promised, and yet, watching the cams that her children had made sure were installed in strategic positions of the house, had turned up nothing.
Why weren’t they discussing killing her like they had killed her parents?
Ewan had told her to be patient, but Athena wasn’t sure she could do that. Maybe she should poke them more?
She pushed away from the work before her and got up from the chair, her fingers drumming once against the armrest before she stalked to the glass windows.
She looked out at the city below, hands slipping into the pockets of her black, well-tailored office pants, her shoulders tense with thought. What to do?
Just then her phone rang. She turned slightly, brows knitting. She sighed when she couldn’t see who was calling from her current position, internally calculating if whoever was calling was worth breaking her silence for.
At last, she picked the phone, brows furrowing deeper when she realized it was the lawyer handling the case.
"They are contesting against... aren’t letting it lie low..."
Of course. Athena mused, exhaling slowly, fingers tapping her thigh. He was their only child. It would be an offense for them to lie low because she had refused to help or take back the accusation.
"Go ahead," she said when the lawyer was done. "I might add a new accusation to the case. Until then, keep me updated."
A tweak in the plan, but she could see it would still converge. Maybe this was even better. Maybe she could convict them all; they could reap a couple of years imprisonment, especially her grand aunt Beatrice.
She sighed, letting her body relax slightly, wishing this could be settled in the elders’ council. It would make the evidence Spider had been helping her collect sweeter to present, as it had been during her case with Ewan.
She laughed now, remembering that period. How time flies...
Her phone rang again. This time it was the president.
She frowned, posture straightening. Did something happen?
"Hello, Mr President?"
"Yes Athena... how are you doing?"

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