Athena bit her lips to refrain from calling out Alfonso; from rehashing the evidence of the abominations committed by him and his daughter in front of the shareholders. That would be against the council rules.
Instead, she inhaled deeply, reclined in her chair, and asked lightly, "And who could you have in mind, Mr. Alfonso?"
Alfonso shook away the dread that enveloped him as he met Athena's steadfast gaze—and not just hers, but also Old Mr. Thorne and Aiden, both impressive generals in their own right. He had done his research, of course.
Yet, he could never be intimidated by a woman. No matter what! No matter how fast and how much she had wrecked his life upon her return from exile.
"Who else but my daughter, Fiona? She is Ewan's fiancée after all and the closest to him. They have been close since childhood, so I think she surpasses Sandro in the closeness ratio. She also has a degree in business."
Thanks DaoistWOVH8C, Edna R2679, Lori Francis, Mandi Brandt 6914, for the golden tickets!