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The phone call took fifteen minutes.
Athena made sure of that.
She smiled when she saw Fiona’s red scrunched face and hard eyes, when she noticed Fiona’s quaking limbs.
She wondered if she should fake a call, maybe stretch it for twenty minutes, to see how long Fiona’s facade would last.
Fifteen minutes didn’t seem long enough ag
again.
After all, hadn’t she knelt for hours in the rain, under the strict orders of Fiona and her mother?
So, she had the right to make another long call!
However, she had some work to do. She also had to pick her children from school.
“How are you feeling. Fiona?”
Fiona stamped down the urge to flare and cuss. She rather sighed, as if she was near the gates of death.
“Athena, I feel sick, to be honest. I’m sorry for kneeling in the first place. I should have asked for your permission. Can I stand? I think I will die if I stay in this position longer.”
She placed her shaking hands on Athena’s table as she spoke.
When Athena glared at her, she took it down.
“Please, Athena, I’m sorry. Have mercy on me, please. Forgive me of my wrong behaviors. I had only been an overzealous youth then…”
“So, you are a mature woman now?”
Fiona bobbed her head.
“So why did you cause a ruckus the last time you were here?”
Fiona stayed silent, having no defense anymore.
Instead, she started sobbing very loudly, a few seconds later.
Athena was mildly startled at the swift change of events.
She snickered when a knock sounded on her door, and Ciara popped her head in.
“The doctors complain that the woman is noisy.”
“Did you hear her, Fiona? You are noisy. You shouldn’t be that, especially when you are seeking a
favor
Fiona nodded submissively. “I’m sorry for that. Still weeping. “I’m sorry. Please have mercy.”
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“It’s okay. I have heard you. I have received your gifts and flowers too. Let the past remain in the past. Athena finally spoke, tired of the charade. She had work to do.
Fiona held back a smile of victory. “So, will you treat my mother?”
She felt a little faint, but she needed Athena’s approval.
“Yeah. I already agreed with Ewan after all, for twenty percent of his shares.
Fiona allowed herself to fall to a sitting position on the floor, not believing what she was hearing.
“What did you just say?” She murmured, her voice almost a whisper.
Tears fell from her eyes.
This time, they weren’t false, but real.
They were tears borne out of deep anger and hatred, of frustration and humiliation.
Yet. Athena didn’t bother with a reply, knowing how crazy that would make Fiona.
She was right.
Fiona saw red at Athena’s subtle dismissal.
Anger rippled through her so much that she searched the office, with her eyes, for a weapon, any weapon at all, to end Athena’s life.
But her phone rang then, breaking her thoughts.
It was her father.
This daunted her mission. She already knew why he was calling.
When she looked up at Athena, the latter was already going through some documents.
Fiona didn’t know what to do with her hands.
Till mother is well… ‘She mused intermittently, as she ignored her father’s call and got up on her feet, as she bowed to Athena and wished her well, as she walked out of the office, feeling lesser than she was.
At the doorpost though, she turned to look at Athena. Her nemesis was still poring over her documents.
Fiona grabbed the door for support, for her knees were still shaking. “She might die before the week runs out. You have to come as soon as possible. So that I can put my plans to work.
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