Truce

Athena looked at her wristwatch, and seeing it remained just a few minutes before Ewan appeared before her, she inhaled calmly to quell the erratic pulsation of her heart. 

She had fixed the meeting by nine a.m, but had arrived at the restaurant by thirty minutes past eight to gain an advantage.

Yet, her heart wasn't cooperating as she wanted. 

This would be the first time they would be having a civil conversation since her return. It was all the fault of her children. Those precious brats! 

Earlier this morning, after she and Gianna had discovered the mishap that had wrecked Ewan's company in mere hours, she had been gobsmacked, literally.

Even so, she hadn't confided in Gianna about her suspicions because her friend believed her children were the most innocent creatures in the universe. 

But Athena knew better.