Athena stood before the tall glass building of the Giacometti company, the wind tugging at her coat, her chin held high and shoulders squared. The rain has finally stopped.
The massive logo gleamed faintly under the morning sun, but the glimmer it once held for her now seemed dull—like a fading crown. She studied it for a moment, her expression unreadable.
Her earlier plan had been simple: let the company rot. Let the empire Ewan had built collapse into rubble while the world gawked. But then she'd thought of Spider—and the hacker's uncanny skill at turning disasters into opportunities.
No, letting the company burn wasn't clever enough. True revenge wasn't destruction. It was control.
She smiled faintly, the kind that barely touched her lips but sharpened her eyes. Today, she would take everything—, elegantly, irrevocably.
