CHAPTER 8

Athena' POV

After work and my meetings. I don’t return my father’s call or even my mom’s, instead I have Harold my personal chauffeur drives me home, to my parent’s place. The house where I grew up. I take deep breathes practicing the breathing technique I learned in therapy to remain calm and composed. Because my parents always have a way of getting to me.

I’m met at the foyer by the house manager Melinda, someone who has been in the family since I was little. She basically raised me.

“Miss Athena, I didn’t know you were coming. I could have made you your favourites, you look so skinny. Have you been eating?” Melinda asked with concern lacing over her word.

“Mel I’m fine and don’t worry about me I’ve been eating, I’m probably skinny because I miss your cooking you know nothing measure up to that.” I say and she smiles brightly.

“Where are they?” I ask referring to parents.

“Mrs Castellanos is upstairs getting ready for dinner and your father is in his study.” Melinda says.

“Okay than