I turned back to my laptop my other brother Hephestus gave me. “Okay, you guys, I gotta go. Let me know what you think about my job choice. I don’t know why I can’t just work at the office (trust fund kid and all). I mean, I’ve been Dad’s driver and his personal bodyguard for like ever. So, I don’t know why I need a job with the mortals. I am the daughter of Zeus, well foster daughter. I better go, wish me luck today…heading to boil some coffee beans and water. Chat soon!
Your friend, Nike the Winged Goddess
I opened the folder. On top was a contract. I scanned it and a few words stood out. Proprietary…holder…board voted…Nike of Olympus will now be the legal blah blah blah of Dark Sparks. My eyes grew wide as I scanned the document again before looking up at him. “Dad, seriously? You’re giving me the company?”
I picked it up, blew away the dust, and wiped at the front of it. Dang it, I forgot I was wearing white. Well, there goes that jacket. No worries. I looked at the disc again, realizing it was a shield. I rubbed more of the dirt off, and I could faintly see a name: Acropolis.
You had to share what’s hurting or bothering you with the ones that loved you. I wished Mom was here. She’d say the right thing to make me feel better or chew me out for not putting on my big girl pants. I laughed at that thought.