Chapter 4: Superbia
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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. Her golden jewelry tingled as she moved her neck. “I have this image in my mind of Acedia running towards him.”
“Well, she might run indeed, so that she may have more time sitting around and doing nothing.”
The rich woman chuckled at that. “Good one. Actually, I wouldn’t put it past her. She really does have strange motivations. Or lack thereof.” She picked up her ridiculously expensive clutch and fished out her credit card. With a slight wave, the waiter strode close and took it, going off to complete the p*****t.
“Why do you always come here before a job?”
The rich woman glanced at the ancient temple atop the Acropolis hill. She gave it some introspection. “It… grounds me. Helps me remember who we are.”
The blonde grunted and nodded, apparently satisfied with the answer.
“Not to mention that this is the last bit of luxury I can enjoy for a long while,” the rich woman said, taking in the champagne’s aroma.
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