43 Beggars III
When Alfonso and Fiona finally stepped into Athena’s office, they were grieved as soon as they understood why Athena had kept them waiting for so long–she had been eating.
They watched with increasing loathing as Athena gracefully cleaned her lips with a serviette. They were more incensed when she ignored their presence, rather focusing on the apple she brought from her bag then.
They still stood and watched, as she stood up elegantly from her chair and walked into the en–suite bathroom.
They believed she had gone to wash her hands, and probably the apple too.
Fiona looked at her father. He was red with anger.
“Dad, she hasn’t even started with her antics, so I will advise you to put more bricks on the mask you are wearing. I can already tell you are angry. Athena is very sensitive.”
Alfonso almost snapped at his daughter but for the timely arrival of Athena back into the office.
Still ignoring them, she sat down on her chair and bit into the washed apple.
As she chewed, she opened her drawer, and got a document. She started reading it afterwards. It was then it dawned on Alfonso that Athena wouldn’t speak to them until they stated their
case.
He opened his mouth to speak, but a croak came out instead.
Was he now lost for words?
Alfonso couldn’t believe himself, couldn’t believe the audacity of his tongue to disappoint him at that critical time.
Howbeit, he inhaled deeply, and with a voice akin to sorrow, he spoke clearly:
“Good afternoon, Doctor Athena. I’m here to apologize on behalf of my daughter. Her actions yesterday had been disgraceful. I’ve come to seek your forgiveness.”
“Why?” Athena finally raised her eyes to meet the pitiful ones of Alfonso and his daughter. “Why are you apologizing?”
Alfonso pinched his inner palm for control. “Because it’s the right thing to do. I just came from visiting Ewan. He had been a victim too of Fiona’s foolishness, and he has forgiven us.”
Of course, he would. Athena mused, folding her arms across her chest.
When it came to the Adams‘ family, the great and cold Ewan Giacometti was a coward, a puppy
at most.
“And because he forgave you, you believe I will do the same?” Athena smiled innocently.
“I’m not exactly forgiving, Alfonso. Especially since your daughter has crossed me four times. I think we’ve passed the level of second chances…”
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Alfonso instantly pushed himself to kneel before Athena.
“Fiona is easily jealous, and battles with insecurity issues. She is selfish too, and self centered. Even now, she doesn’t really realize the fullness of the stupidity she had committed. As her father, I’m ashamed and embarrassed at her shameful acts. But she is sorry, just as I am. Please forgive us. She won’t cross you again…”
She would rather kill you. I will make sure of that. Alfonso vowed, not believing that he had knelt before two people today, people he was older than.
But Ewan’s was understandable.
Athena, however, was a different case.
She would pay dearly for the disrespect she was according to him.
Athena cocked her head to the side, looking at father and daughter.
Her eyes centering on Fiona the most, caused Alfonso to look at his daughter.
He blanched when he saw that she was still standing. Ungrateful brat!
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