"Poseidon was killed by Athena."
"What?!" I exclaimed.
Percy rubbed his face, tired. The lights from cafes and cars nearby made ghostly shadows dance across Percy's face. Even though they were in the middle of nowhere, the street almost felt cozy.
"She, uh, planted bombs in my dad's mansion, and made him sign a contract sending his whole networth into my account. She was supposed to leave quickly, right before the bombs went off, but our security guard Argus felt something was wrong and held her behind."
I shook my head in disbelief. "Percy, how much exactly was sent into my mom's account?"
"15.365 billion."
I held my hand to my head. "That would be what," I counted on my figures, making calculations in the air. "80 billion under Poseidon's management?"
"86.5 as of today."
"Percy this is no joke."
"You would think I would know that, being the one who lost all the money." There was a bitter edge to his tone.
Something heavy settled in my chest. Guilt. Deep heavy guilt.
"Percy, I'm writing a check right now."
"Annabeth you don't have to do this."
"No, I need to do this. This is unfair, unjust, un-"
"Stop it. Please."
I glanced up at him, green eyes pleading.
"If I know anything in this world, you weren't responsible for what your mom did. My mom's anger with you is misplaced, and you don't need to make up for your mom's mistake."
"This is so much more than a small mistake."
"I know. But it's not your's to fix. Plus, even if you give me a check, what use is it? We have no source of income, and I don't know how to run a company."
Something tingled in my heart. Excitement. A challenge. "You don't have a company?"
"Um, I think we established that."
"You, don't have a company," I repeated, a smile forming on my face.
"Yes, I don't. There's no need to rub it in-"
"I have 2 months here and 86.5 billion dollars. Let's make you a company."
