"I am sorry about this, Ewan. I just thought that…"
Thepresidentwouldbedifferent?
Athena bit her lip, recalling Ewan's words that emphasized the untrustworthiness of anyone in government, including the president.
Despite her own experiences with them firsthand, she had refuted his points twice—only to be hit squarely in the face with harsh reality.
Athena sighed, staring at the far end of the room, unable to meet Ewan's gaze, unsure of what she would see there. She wasn't certain she could take it, not with the whirlwind of feelings swirling within her—anger, resentment, confusion, disbelief, along with a bouquet of other emotions she couldn't quite pin down.
Perhaps it was due to her instinctive survival mode kicking in…
She had assumed that this evening would be a smooth sail, given that the early hours had been anything but. But it seemed she had hoped too soon.
