Sitting on the red and black embroidered throne, Amora or better known as Athena gazes at the man who is on the verge to die. The sight of him makes her bored and she signals her right-hand man to finish the man's case as soon as he can.

“Are you still unwilling to tell?” Santos, her right-hand man asks the man again with force.

Blood drips from the corner of his lips along with saliva. The man still has the guts to smile and averts his eyes at her. “Kill me, my lady but I will never tell you about Cario's whereabouts to you!” he says through his clenched teeth as the sharp pain in his abdomen and various other parts of his body makes him falter.

She sighs as if she is bored. “Santos, finish him off. We wasted too much time on him” she commands. Then she rises from the throne and is about to leave the Hall when she stops to add something. “Feed his meat to Leo. He seemed to be hungry.”

Santos bows obeying her order and with one last look at the man, she leaves the room.

Behind her, Cynthia follows her. She is her secretary as well as one of the closest people Athena can trust. Cynthia reports her next meeting, “You will be departing from here in fifteen minutes. The meeting is going to be at the Rovirian Empire in Warlow country. ”

Athena nods walking with fine steps through the Main Hall area and exiting through the front door.

The driver along with the car is ready. He opens the door for her and she steps in. Cynthia takes the front seat beside the driver and once she gives the orders, the driver starts the car. The car starts moving and soon they are out of the Followhill mansion.

She gazes out of the window, her face so refined that for once one will think if she was born like this. She has the most beautiful eyes— green with a mix of winter grey which is one of the things she inherited from her ancestors.

Gazing out of the window she wonders how the people in the country of Arcillia live without money. Not that the country is poor, it is not but when she finds people— beggars, she wonders about these questions. Her eyes avert to the group of women who are chatting as they cross the streets along with carrying their babies. ‘Do they even like their life?’ she ponders with a grimace. She hates how submissive these women are. They submissively do what the men told them to. How pathetic! But most of the situation is like this. Even if she tries to persuade them to live their own life, be the master of their own life, these women will not be courageous enough to step forward.

She sighs and turns away from the window. She turns on the small television which is attached to the seat and changes the channel to the news. Watching the news makes her sleepy so she asks Cynthia how much more time is left for her to reach the airport.

“Four minutes, my lady” she responds instantly.

Thankfully it's only four minutes, she can bear through that.

The car stops just in front of the private jet which is exclusively for Athena— the leader of the Valerian Clan. Valerian Clan has been one of the powerful mafia clans in the country of Arcillia. Her great great great grandfather was the first leader and also the one who established this clan. Since her parents do not have any sons so ultimately she is the next leader of this clan. Many opposed this idea of letting a woman rule such a big clan but Athena was determined that prove them wrong and she did.

Even though her mother is still worried for her safety, she isn't against her being the mafia leader.

Cynthia gets out of the car and goes to open the door for Athena. She ushers her out and leads her to the stairs of the jet.

“Good evening Miss Followhill” the pilot bows, greeting her formally.

She nods without looking at her and takes the step one after another. She takes the second seat and immediately orders Cynthia to arrange for the wine. A minute later, she returns with a bottle of chilled white wine and serves a glass to her.

“Thank you” Athena mumbles and takes the sip of the chilled wine. Now that is what she needs.

The pilot gets inside the compound— the front area and with an announcement, he gets ready to take off.

Crossing her legs, she takes her time enjoying the taste of the white wine. She loves the taste of wine, it is as if she can have it every minute or can replace it with water.

Cynthia sits beside her in the seat next to her and works on the tablet required for the meeting.

“Take a break, my love,” Athena says turning her head towards Cynthia.

Cynthia's expression remains stern and she replies, “There still some work needed. You take rest, my lady.”

Athena sighs helplessly. She is glad to have Cynthia by her side but sometimes she wishes she can have someone whom she can talk to normally. She tries to make a casual conversation but Cynthia isn't very good at that. All she does is nod and shake her head.

“Tell me about our client, my love,” Athena asks swirling the glass in her. Even though she knew about her client, she felt asking about him.

“Hayden Poirier, the CEO of Rovirian Empire. He is 30 years old, cunning and smart when it comes to business and he is also known to be ruthless” Cynthia reports.

Athena smirks, thinking about something. “Ruthless huh. His father is the current Chairman, isn't it?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Who is the major shareholder? Could you tell me?”

Cynthia looks at the tablet screen and finding the information, she tells her. “It's his father. He holds 34% of the shares and his son, Hayden Poirier holds 32% of the share making him the second-largest shareholder of Rovirian.”

Just as she thought right. She smiles sipping her wine. “I wonder how ruthless he can be” she mumbles to herself but Cynthia hears it.

Curious she asks, “My lady, what do you mean by that? ”

Athena turns to look at her and with the same smile she says, “Half a year ago, Hayden Poirier used to have 25% shares but in only seven months, he made the highest of growth. Don't you wonder how that is?”

“Asking shares from other shareholders” Cynthia replies still thinking.

“And why would the shareholders be that kind to give him that?”

Cynthia takes a moment to think and then she realizes. Athena smiles to herself noticing her expression. “I get now what you are saying, my lady. He is trying to get all the shareholders to his side so that he would toss the current Chairman aside” Cynthia tells her theory.

“Yes, and what do you think is the relationship between the father and son pair?” Athena questions with amusement.

Cynthia finds herself quite interested in the discussion so she closes the tablet screen and focuses on the topic. “According to the sources they say the bond between the father and son pair is good. There isn't any negative news or question about their relation.”

“Aren't they great for actors?” Athena muses taking the last sip of her wine and put the glass down.

“My lady, isn't this meeting for the same reason? He wants our shares as well. If we give him the 14% shares, he would be the major shareholder and then he can easily throw out his father” Cynthia adds with skepticism.

“I know” Athena replies simply. She knows about what the son of the Rovirian Empire has planned for this meeting. She eventually accepted to have a meeting with him after rejecting him so many times. It's time she shows herself to him and give him the best surprise.

Cynthia finds the behavior of Athena quite unsettling. This is big news and they both know if the shares go to him, the result will not be good for their company as well.

“So why are we even going?” she raises a question.

Athena yawns feeling sleepy and she tells Cynthia to just wait and see. “My love, you will get bored at the meeting room if I said what I planned to do so now. ”

With that, she draws the curtains and transforms the seat for her to sleep.

Cynthia sighs and goes back to work. Sometimes she finds Athena weird and her way of thinking is entirely different. It amazes her the way Athena plans everything with preciseness. She couldn't help but smile a little, a little excited for the upcoming drama in Warlow country.