Chapter 87: Budding Historians
At Athena’s question, Aiden looked away, his gaze focused on an unseen matter outside.
Athena sighed, sensing the weight of unspoken thoughts between them. "Aiden, I can’t take this away from you. I know how much you wanted to spend time with your daughter! You’ve ached for her these past months! You must go!"
He nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "Soon. I will go soon. But first, I need to hire a new driver for you. I don’t think I can rest until that’s accomplished," Aiden muttered, determination seeping into his voice.
"I actually have someone in mind," He added, a hint of excitement creeping into his tone. "He’s quite skilled, just like me—young, fresh blood..." He chuckled at his own jest, but when he turned his gaze back to Athena, he noticed her serious demeanor.
"Forgive me if I’m not thrilled about this. You know I don’t take to people easily. I’ve been burned more times than I can count. Left to my own devices, I’d gladly drive myself. I won’t take cabs, either," Athena replied, her tone firm.
"No, I can’t accept that," Aiden countered, shaking his head. "You work too hard. You can’t add driving to your already full plate. What about your children? You’d be responsible for shuttling them around, and you know Gianna can’t drive."
Athena sighed. Ever since the accident that claimed her parents, Gianna had developed an aversion to driving. A fear rooted deep in survival; the doctors had claimed it was a miracle she’d come out unscathed.
"Fine, then. Once you’ve completed the hiring process, I’d like to meet this person you think is on par with you."
Aiden laughed, swinging open his car door as he stepped out. "You are really obsessed with me, woman..."
Athena scoffed, a smile breaking through her feigned annoyance. "As if. You just want to humor yourself." She stepped down and shut her door, but before she could walk away, Aiden called out.
"I was coming to open it, my lady!" he joked dramatically. "Greet the children for me!"