As expected, Athena sent her hired guns to keep a close eye on Dionysus' farm, which is called the Golden Gate Grape Estates. The goddess herself wasn't with her group of mercenaries, who were told to keep an eye on the vineyard. The leader of the mercenaries walked up with an air of power and asked for permission to put his men around the perimeter of the vineyard.
"Suit yourself," replied Abraham, Dionysus's trusted person to take care of his San Francisco vineyard, his tone steady but laced with a hint of warning. "But don't bother the workers. If you do, you're out of here, understood?"
The head mercenary nodded, though a flicker of annoyance danced across his features. "Noted. Can I see Mr Andrade?" he asked, his voice dripping with polite insistence.
"No," Abraham shot back firmly, his gaze unwavering. "Only your master, Mrs Karamanlis, is permitted to see him. Just you and me here. Understand? If you don't like it, you can get the hell out."
