Annabeth's POV

I squinted at the press release on my phone screen:
"JACKSONS HOTEL GROUP REVEALS RENOVATION PLANS IN TUSCANY."

Underneath the title was a photo of the two most ridiculously photogenic Jackson brothers : Nico and Percy.

My bosses.

I looked at their smiling faces, internally screaming, shit shit shit. The press release was early–it wasn't supposed to come out until next week. Nico was going to have a meltdown. But I didn't have time to think about that. I pulled open the door to the boardroom and saw a table filled with men.

They were all middle-aged, wearing some sort of designer suit or another, and looked up at me in surprise. They probably weren't expecting someone as young as me to be the second-in-command to Nico Jakcson.

Since Percy has taken time off from helping his brother run their successful hotel development company, Nico had hired me to do everything he couldn't. Getting the job came as much as a surprise to me as it did to everyone else.

Granted, I did graduate from a top university with an honors degree in business, but that's not what men like the ones at the boardroom table saw when they looked at me. No, they saw a pretty twenty-five-year-old with luscious blonde hair and a picture perfect 's why I had to work harder, speak clearer, and think smarter than everyone else in the room. I was a people-pleaser, sure, but I couldn't have anyone thinking I got a job for any reason other than my capabilities.

"Good morning, gentlemen." I nodded at them as I took a seat at the table. "Nico's sorry he couldn't make it. He's tied up at the office, but I promise I'll give him a comprehensive overview of your presentation."

"You're the only one he sent?" Mr. Di Angelo, the man in the charcoal gray suit, asked, clicking his tongue.

"I'm his business analyst, Mr. Di Angelo, so yes. I'll be here to analyze your business proposal." The man was clearly annoyed that he'd be presenting his million-dollar proposal to some girl young enough to be his daughter, but I didn't care. "Whenever you're ready."

The man sighed and slid a folder towards me. I opened it, seeing a bunch of documents with figures inside. I took a peek as he began to speak.

"Persephone Relaxation is known for its spas around the world. We know that a partnership with the Jacksons Hotel Group will increase profit for both of us. If you look at the figures on the first sheet, you'll see our last month's profit at a hotel similar in size and location to where your Nightshade Estate is."

The Nightshade Estate was the hotel we had in Tuscany, and we were looking to revamp it. That included adding a state-of-the-art spa, which is why I was in this boardroom. Persephone Relaxation was just one of the many spa companies looking to win the bid.

I closed the folder of the documents and looked Mr. Di Angelo in the eye, "Tell me, what's your most profitable spa service?"

As an analyst, it was easy to just read numbers, but that never got you the full picture. The reason I stood out in university, the reason why I got this job was because I'm good at reading more than just numbers, I'm good at reading people.

Mr. Di Angelo blinked at me. "Our most profitable service?" The signature facial, of course. It attracts every kind of client – male, female, young, old. We've never had a shortage of requests for it at any of our spas."

I nodded, pushing back my feet and getting to my feet. "Thank you, gentlemen." I said as I smiled at them. "I'll take this back to—"

"What, that's it?" Mr. Di Angelo's right-hand man, the one in the navy suit, hollered from his chair. "You ask us one question and walk out? You haven't been here ten minutes!"

"I've got a good read of your proposal and—"

"Are you even twenty yet? You've barely been alive long enough to get a good read of anything!"

I stopped moving, looking right at him. "I've been alive long enough to know your business is run on convention, not on innovation. Your staff looks at what's on the page, not what's between the lines."

I saw Mr. Di Angelo's narrow. I continued anyway. "The Swedish massage is your most profitable service, Mr. Di Angelo. One look at the figures told me that. Sure, the numbers for the custom facial are impressive–but they ignore the cost. The cost of all the materials needed."

"You think you can do my job better than me?" Mr. Di Angelo seethed, slowly rising from his chair.

Yes, you idiot.

But I didn't say that. Instead, I said, "You run a great business, But I can see Persephone Relaxation is happy conducting its operations safely, the same way it always has. Nico's looking for something new with this project. Something fresh. But like I said, I'll show him your proposal."

I took the folder off the table and turned to leave. "Goodbye, gentlemen." I said as I pulled the boardroom open. As I walked out into the hall, I was pretty sure I heard one of them refer to me as a skank bitch.

I shook my head. I wondered why Nico had me sent here at all–Persephone Relaxation had a reputation for being old and boring. Which was the opposite of what our brand was. And beyond that, it was incredibly out of character for my boss to send me to a proposal meeting alone. Nico Jackson might have been born and bred for this job, but that didn't mean he took it for granted. The opposite was true, actually. Nico lived and breathed for his company–he oversaw every decision personally, no matter how small. Which was why, when he sent me a last-minute email this morning about taking this meeting by myself, it felt more than a little off.

Whatever the reason, I'd wasted a half hour of my morning, and I was eager to get back to work. When the cab pulled up at the impressive Jackson Hotel Group building, I jumped out and hurried through the doors. By the time I was riding the elevator up to the top floor, to where Nico's and my offices were, I'd had the chance to take my phone out and check my emails. Forty-four new emails since I'd last checked.

Great.

I was striding through the floor, about to turn into my office when I heard voices shouting from inside Nico's office across the hall. So, that must have been the meeting that had tied Nico up. The door was ajar, but I could only make out Nico's back inside.

"The fucking nerve you have—" a man thundered.

I heard Nico sigh. "Can you just relax for one second, so I can explain—?"

"Explain what? How you went behind my goddamn back and did the one thing we agreed you wouldn't do?"

"You're turning this into treason, Percy." Percy. As in, Percy Jackson. And my other boss. Technically. "It's not like I did it out of spite–come on, you know that. But I can't take it all on, not alone–"

"Who are you?" a small voice said from below me, and I snapped out of my eavesdropping session to find a young girl, maybe five years old. She was wearing a tutu skirt and pigtails. I looked around to see who she belonged to but came up empty.

"I'm Annabeth. Where are your parents?" I asked crouching down.

But instead of responding, the girl just grabbed my hand and pulled me across the hall, into Nico's office. She let me go when I was standing in the middle of the room. Both the men stopped talking, and I looked at Nico first, giving him a sorry-to-interrupt glance before turning to his brother.

Woah.

I'd never seen Percy Jackson in person before. Everything about him, from his sea breeze side swept messy raven hair to his square jaw, to his muscular arms in that button-down shit, made me salivate. The man was a goddamn Greek God.

"Who is she?" the little girl asked again, pointing right at me.

"Thalia, this is Annabeth," Nico answered. "Thalia's Percy's daughter." he offered to me but before I could respond, Percy started up again.

"This is her?" He raged. "This is the twenty-five-year-old you hired to take over my job?"

It hit me then that the argument I was eavesdropping on was about me.

"She's not taking over your job, Percy."

"I can come back later," I tried to say, but Percy interrupted.

"Thalia, go choose a snack from the kitchen, please." he instructed his daughter.

"But I'm not hungry!"

"Thalia," he repeated. I watched as she crossed her arms over her chest and stomped out of the room. Then Percy turned to me.

"Tell me, what makes you think you're so qualified to help run a company that has been in my family for sixty-five years? Tell me why you think you're so deserving," he practically spat at me.

He wasn't really looking at me though. His sea green eyes were stuck about two inches to the left of where I stood. I knew Percy Jackson was blind, it was no secret. Everyone who read any sort of tabloid knew it.

He had gone in for brain surgery last year, and when he woke up from the operation, he couldn't see a thing. That was why he'd taken time away from the company. It was very tragic, of course, especially given the fact his wife had filed for divorce not three months later. But I didn't feel that much pity for him at the moment.

"Excuse me?" I asked, not about to let him walk all over me.

"Was I unclear? You're doing my work–work I spent a decade nailing down. It's my relationships, my processes, that you're using, for my family's goddamn company."

"Well, I'm sorry my being hired was a surprise to you, but I was under the impression you knew," I said, shooting Nico a look. "And just because I wasn't handed a family business does not mean I'm incapable. I've worked my ass off to get here, and I'm good at what I do."

Nico nodded. "Annabeth's been a huge help around here. With you gone, I need someone to help me handle everything–"

"I've only been gone a few months!"

"Six months, Percy. And you know I'm good with you taking all the time you need. But I can't do it alone."

Percy sighed a loud sigh, and then he did something I wasn't expecting. He took a couple steps towards me, so there was maybe an inch separating us. And my body… it felt like it erupted in flames.

This time, hsi eyes were directly on me, not an inch to the side. It felt like he was reading me, even though I knew that was impossible.

"Annie, was it?" He asked, his breath hot on my cheek.

This is beyond inappropriate.

"Annabeth," I responded.

"Well, Annie, proceed with caution. Because I'll be watching your every move here. And I'm not as nice as my little brother."

And then, Percy left the office, I heard him call for his daughter as he walked down the hall. I exhaled the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.

"That press release…" Nico started talking, but I couldn't focus. My mind was still on Percy Jackson and his glistening sea green eyes.

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