Maxwell smiled at her and rubbed her face gently with his hand. He looked a bit better than he had been at the Fairmont house. The effort he made to look as simple as he is. He checked himself out when she gave him the compliments, but he still cannot forget that one of his plans is to make Athena more comfortable and successful than she had ever been before he met her. She still believes that Sabastian Bash is the reason she is still in business with Wilmore's, but maybe she will find out soon enough the caliber of man she has been sitting with all these months.“You want more of that?” “No, it's enough. I've got a handful of them. Thank you”. She answered with a shy smirk playing around the corner of her lips. Her phone began to beep and vibrate in her small leather bag. She looked towards it and dipped her hand into it. “Its grandma”. She told him and answered the call politely and as calmly as she could. “What did she say to you? You look gloomy and sad after that call." Maxwe

“Mom”. Athena got into her mother's room and found her sitting on the sofa. Her eyes were fixed on her favorite opera show on the TV screen. Athena gave it a quick look and focused her attention back on her mother.“You didn't give me the address, or is that supposed to be a surprise too?" Athena asked as she stood in front of her mother, who was busy with the show, without giving Athena a glance. “Victoria Restaurant and Lounge, 7 p.m.”. Veronica said it without blinking. Athena looked at her for a while. She knows her mother isn't in a good mood to speak at the moment, so she quietly works away from her room.She searched her closet and thought about what to wear, but then she realized she wasn't going to meet Sabastian for anything that had to do with romance. It was strictly business, plus she has a little apology to make. She pulled up black leather pants and a gray top and slid herself into them. She strapped her jacket over her back and picked up her bag after arranging her ha

Walking through the front door of the mansion he bombed into grandpa who was just waking up from a little nap. It was a daily routine for him to nap a little. Maxwell smiled as he saw grandpa come down the stairs into the living room.“Hey grandpa, is everything alright?” Maxwell asked with fear in his eyes.“Yes, I guess I am fine. Just the aging bones at its job”. Grandpa said with a little more stretch. And then he got down to the living room and sat on the couch. “I guess you are stressed from all the movements in the past days. I think you need to hand over some of these things to Uncle Zander. He's a good catch and can represent you in almost all the meetings”. Maxwell advised.“Of course Zander knows exactly what to do when I am not around and I must tell you that I have the best sons and even Mirabella. She is worth the price of ten other men put together”. Grandpa said with so much pride and admiration in his tone.“We are a powerful family and I love it that way”.“Power is

Sebastian has not been himself since he heard the news about the dinner party and opening of the new casino. He walked to his car and paused again like he had some strange dreams while having a nap. How can she get an email and I didn't. He spoke to himself and opened his car. He scurried for his phone and when he found it he tapped the screen and raced straight to his gmail app. He began to check through and when he couldn't find anything he became frustrated and cursed them for not honoring him. He squeezed his lip and drove off. He rushed home to think of ways he was going to make it up to Mirabella .“Why are you pacing and tossing up and down?”. His friend asked him. Jonathan stays over at his place sometimes and since the two men had known each other for long there was no harm giving him his spare keys.“I've been here waiting for you and there you are trying to impress a lady”. Jonathan kicked at him“She is not just any lady bro, she is Athena Fairmont of the famous Fairmont

The night of the party had smoothly arrived. Grandpa and everyone else were set except for Maxwell, who had a little bit of cold feet just a few hours before the party.Grandpa smiled at him and parted him on his shoulder. I guess he is overwhelmed by the caliber of people he'll be meeting at the party. “Come on, son, all that would disappear the moment you climbed that podium.”. “I would climb a podium.” Maxwell asked as a sudden wave of heat spread over his body. Addressing a crowd was something he had always tried to run away from all the times he was in school. He never really did well at it, and he wondered why it was so with him.“I can’t speak in public, grandpa. I have a bad feeling it would turn out very sore, plus I do not have that very commanding voice to speak yet.” Maxwell gave his grandpa the lamest excuse he could find in the store of his heart. “There's no excuse in business, son. Your entitlements will all be wired to you today if you do well, and I know you will