Chapter 209: Shareholders Meeting VII
Ewan didn’t know how he had stayed so long without seeing the monster that was Fiona. He guessed that was what was bound to happen when you trust someone blindly - you get the rug pulled out from under your feet.
Well, no more of that theatrics; he had learned a lot that would last him a long time.
"Sure, sure, Fiona. Whatever it is you say..." He spoke nonchalantly, glancing at a side of the room, treating Fiona like a speck of dust on an abandoned armchair.
Fiona jerked back as if slapped; she was still getting used to this kind of Ewan. The Ewan that didn’t bow to her demands, or try to make her happy; a far cry from the old Ewan that was ready to sacrifice anything and anyone to keep her reputation pristine clean.
Fiona missed that Ewan so much that she could cry. She so wished Athena never existed; her good life would have been left untouched.
"You’re ungrateful, Ewan," She finally spat, her voice laced with venom, immensely irritated and frustrated. "Remember who had been with you, who had taken you in when no one else had thought to do so for the orphaned child of the Giacometti family? You..."
"Let this lie, Fiona. Aren’t you tired of roleplaying already? Personally, I think you should have studied that, instead of giving your body to all and sundry while you tried to understand business in school." Ewan cut in sharply, still not looking at Fiona, his voice an epitome of boredom.
But Fiona was desperate to hear an emotion in that voice, so she kept on. "Ewan..."
Ewan finally looked at her, and the intensity she saw burning in his beautiful eyes stopped her short instantly.
"We might be bound to the rules in the council," He said, his voice low and menacing. "But don’t think for a moment that I won’t bend the rules just for a little moment, to get rid of a stinking flea. Do you think the elders would mind if I happened to even a score right here and now, if I open up your wardrobe of sins?"
"You...wouldn’t...dare..." Fiona stuttered, losing face.