Chapter 4: Superbia
“What did you think of him?” the rich woman said.
The blonde replied, “I’m not sure yet. He has potential, but it remains to be seen.
The top-floor restaurant overlooking the Parthenon was one of the finest in Plaka. A waiter poured more champagne in their glasses and they clinked them together, just a slight tap, like ladies.
“Here’s to a good one, then,” the rich woman said. She wiped the edge of her mouth with a fancy cloth napkin, and breathed in as if preparing herself for something. “Did you get him to agree to the terms?”
The blonde grinned. “He didn’t even glance at them, he agreed on the spot.”
“Excellent, my dear,” the rich woman said with restrained joy.
“I’m certain our sisters are on their way to him as we speak.”
The rich woman looked up, thinking.
