"Chase, I have a mission for you."

No. This was just too early. It hadn't even been 2 hours since my meeting. Were these missions going to be this often? Suddenly, I started regretting everything I said to Kronos. He started speaking again. I shook off my fear.

"Meet me at this address." I got a message. 66 Hanover Street. This voice was different. It wasn't the same one whom I had met with. It was more intimidating, always alert, threatening. I wondered if this was the voice of the real thing.

A/N All addresses are fake. I just searched up a bunch of street names or made them up.

"When?" "8pm. Don't worry, it's not too serious. It's barely a mission." I didn't believe him, but I didn't have a choice. "When will I start the job?" I asked. I heard a sigh from the other end. "Don't ask questions. Just go to the address."

He hung up. "Sorry, you two. I have a meeting." Thalia rolled her eyes, and Grover nodded. Maybe she knew that I wasn't just an intern for the Olympians. They got their stuff and we parted ways, me heading to the address.

7:50pm

I entered the address into maps, finding it instantly. It was a 20-minute walk. Apparently, it was a totally normal address. I felt bad for the neighbours, who wouldn't know that their neighbours were part of a huge criminal organisation.

66 Hanover Street looked just like a normal house. The door was painted red, with two large windows. Obviously, they had blinds and curtains. They couldn't risk anyone looking. It reminded me of the houses in London.

I rapped on the door, steadying my breathing. The red-painted door opened to reveal a pretty lady with her dark hair up in a bun. She let me in, not saying anything. It startled me when she locked the door as soon as I stepped in.

Still not speaking, she led me to the living room. A man, mid-40s, was writing something down. He wasn't the guy I met with before. The woman left, bowing slightly. I approached the man to get a closer look.

I knew at once that this was the real Kronos. Fake Kronos put up a good act, but he didn't hold a candle to the real thing. The fake one looked intimidating, but he wasn't all that compared to the real one.

Kronos' eyes were red; a murderous, intelligent look. Just standing in the same room made me scared. That's how fearful the look in his eye was. His hair was gelled back. His skin was scarred, yet he seemed posh.

Kronos' outfit cost more than my life. His muscles were huge, he could knock me out easily. Gucci suit, gold earring, Rolex watch, Louibiton shoes. Not to mention the cologne. Was it Dior, something I know to be 300 dollars?

"I have a mission for you." Yeah, it was definitely Kronos who called me. I was at a loss for words, so I only nodded sheepishly. I could only hope this mission wouldn't kill me or force me to do something horrible.

Kronos handed me a 100 dollar bill. "Get me a Sexagintuple Vanilla Bean Mocha Frappuccino from Starbucks. Keep the change." I was shocked. I thought I was going on a mission, not be his errand girl. I voiced my thoughts.

"This is your mission. You're an intern for the Olympians. This is the kind of stuff they'll have you do. I'm teaching you how to do your job, dammit. Now go, or you're fired." I didn't question why he would know that.

It got dark out early, so I was stumbling for the nearest Starbucks as quick as possible. Kronos couldn't fire me, but he was right. I would get fired if I couldn't be a proper intern, especially if the Olympians were as strict as I thought.

As soon as I found a Starbucks, which was almost empty, and that I had ran to, I slammed the money on the counter and panted out the order. "Sexagintuple Vanilla Bean Mocha Frappuccino, please."

The employee gave me a pitying look as she entered the order into the computer. "It sounds like you're working for some rich douchebag. What's your name?" I laughed, "Something like that. My name is Annabeth."

I couldn't exactly tell her my boss was a mafia leader. Or that I worked for a bunch of idiots pretending to be Greek gods. She handed me the change, which was 46.25 dollars. How rich was this guy?! He said I could keep the change.

This alone could pay for my groceries. I didn't even start interning and I already was receiving way too much. It almost sickened me how people like Kronos had such crazy amounts of money to give away so generously.

The employee was done in about 5 minutes. The drink looked fabulous and tasty. Kronos was a sketchy guy, but even I had to admit he had good taste. I almost understood why it cost so much. I took extra care not to drop it.

I knocked on the door once again, and the same woman answered me. She still didn't say anything. I went to the living room, where Kronos was writing something down. He glanced up and motioned for me to give it to him.

"Huh, you're not completely useless." Kronos took a sip. He noticed a small slip of paper attached to the cup. Kronos laughed. "Somebody's popular." He pushed it towards me. I picked it up, realising it was a note from the employee.

[somebody's number]

I swear I've seen you around school. Call me sometime.

- Reyna

I was flattered. She didn't give off flirty vibes, but she did seem like she'd be a good friend. "You won't kill her if I called, right?" Kronos thought for a second, and then shook his head. "As long as you shut up about this."

He continued drinking. I stood there idly, waiting for his next orders. "By the way, you start interning on Monday. I still need you to do some stuff. Meet me on Friday, 15th November, same time." I nodded, one question in mind.

"If I may, how did you manage to get me this job?" Kronos looked at me as if I was delusional. "Get you the job? Your job interview is Saturday." My eyes widened. I had two days to prepare for a job interview?

My eyes gavemy emotions away instantly. I could tell that Kronos was laughing at me internally. F*ck you, Kronos. He always knew exactly what somebody was thinking. So I hoped that he could tell what I was thinking.

Kronos grunted. "Alright, you can go now. Don't expect easy missions like this in the future." I nodded, eager to get out and go to bed. He gestured for me to get lost, and I obeyed without hassle.

8:20pm

I didn't realise that getting coffee would take up so much time. Grover was doing something in the kitchen. He was always in the kitchen, even when he didn't need to be. For some reason, he really liked to cook. Luke and I never protested.

When he heard me, he turned around and handed me a chocolate-chip cookie. "I, uh, baked these before. How was your mission?" I thanked him, nibbling the edge. "It was boring. I just got coffee for Kronos. That's it."

Grover's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "The king of crime wanted you to get coffee for him?" I shrugged, biting my cookie. "He said I need to learn to be a proper intern. It cost 54 dollars or something."

"When do you start interning?" I got reminded of the job interview that I had to prepare for. I didn't answer, setting 46 dollars on the counter, running to my room, screaming 'sh*t' my way there. Immediately, I started googling a bunch of stuff.

I prepared notes on job interviews, resumes and other stuff. Half way through, I got a text. It was from Kronos. Meet me at 28 Curnock Street instead after school. Bring work-out clothes. Also, we've prepared a resume for you. That calmed my nerves a bit.

Still, I worked diligently, taking notes. This was a really big deal, so I had to work well and ace this, or I could say goodbye to a comfortable, hassle-free life. I quickly googled the location of Curnock Street. Turned out, it was a fancy place.

Friday 15th November

"Sorry, I have to get going!" I waved goodbye to Grover and Percy, shouldering my backpack. I hummed a tune as I walked to the address that Kronos gave me. I wondered how odd it would look for a teenager to make their way into a fancy place like this.

The same woman from last time opened the door, gesturing for me to come inside. She still didn't say anything, leading me somewhere. I followed, not thinking about where she might be taking me. Finally, we arrived in some sort of private gym.

Kronos was texting on an iPhone 11 Pro, that was apparently studded with what looked like diamonds. "Finally. You're going to be sparring against someone today. I think they would be a good match for you. No powers. They're coming in a bit."

I was about to ask a question when Kronos pushed a tray of desserts my way. He gestured for me to take one. "They're not poisoned, are they?" He rolled his eyes. "Why would I poison someone as important as you?" He had a point, so I took one.

It was really not poisoned. I had grabbed a mini brownie, and in truth, it was delicious. I was about to ask who his personal chef was when my sparring partner, a male teenager, walked into the room, a bag slung over his shoulders.

It was Luke.

P.S Sorry I haven't been updating, and that this is late. I won't update orderly, but I swear I'll update frequently, normally on the weekends.