Get my son out.

Third person

Athena got home tired in the evening, she parked her car in front of the house and walked into the house. She flung her bag on the chair and she sat on the chair. She kicked her shoes off her feets and massaged her temples with her hand.

She heard music coming from the gym side, she knew Creed was exercising, he had started his routine. Her workload was going to reduce soon because the COO would start work fully at the King’s corporation and she had employed a new COO at the Allen’s too.

She got up and went to the kitchen to drink some water, Creed had prepared some food for her already. She sat down happily and she began to eat.

The doorbell rang, they weren’t expecting anyone, she hissed in annoyance before going to open the door. The person had just ruined her moment with her food. She lamented bitterly in her heart before going to open the door.

Matilda launched at Athena as she opened the door. “You wrench.” She pulled her hair while she was at it.

“Get off me,” Athe