Ares. A scowl seemed to be permanent on my face as I stared at Adela's secretary praesent her latest idea to the tech team and I. Her latest idea was bullshit. And I was so close to tearing apart the bullshit, common code design she had in put in my front, and telling her to create another design. I am a successful billionaire, not because my work is unique, not some common shit like what this idiot just wrote for me. I rubbed my face with my palms, stifling a groan. Even the tech team looked uninterested. I pressed my lips together to avoid interrupting her as she spoke. My phone turned on as a message came in, but it didn't make a sound because I had put it on DND. I picked it up, out of sheer boredomness. It was Adela texting me. Adela; We're at the hospital and she seems nervous as hell. Me; Make her not nervous. Adela; I don't know how. You tell me. Me; I'm at a meeting and I'm pissed. Let's not start with this. Adela; She won't stop asking about you, you know.

Chapter 23 Hera“Do you like Chicago?“ Ares asked as we walked down the air stairs. We haven't said anything else since my outburst earlier, and I've been scared he'd go back to treating me like I don't exist, as usual. “I don't know,” I answered slowly, wondering why the hell he was asking me that question. What does it matter if I like Chicago or not? We're leaving anyway. And I do like Chicago. I like his Condo, to be specific. Not like I've had the time to tour the city, given the fact that I've been locked up day and night with no one's company but myself. And Adela. And the advantage of that is that I've had the time to explore the apartment. And it isn't like there's anything much to explore. Just checking out the various rooms, trying out many of Ares's shirts and hanging them back neatly before anyone else can notice I've worn it. Wondering if I should text my best friends, and Teresa, but deciding against it because there's nothing much to say. And then the highlight o