Chapter Six
“Artemis will see you now,” said the squirrelly personal assistant dressed in an expensive and tailored business suit plus a modest skirt.
“Thanks. Get me a coffee and some snacks? Donuts would be awesome,” Antioche said.
The assistant slapped her tablet on her belly and squinted at Antioche with what she believed was a deadly stare. “I’ll see what I can do.” She pursed her lips and took off.
Antioche went inside, past the huge doors and into Artemis’ office. The room could be considered corporate minimal if not for the lion heads on the walls. Bows and arrows in specially-made glass cases, high powered rifles lining a whole wall, hunting trophies upon hunting trophies on display. Safari hunts from all over the world.
Artemis herself was standing in her window, watching th
