Hazel transported us to my apartment. Within less than three minutes, I got into my ensemble wear; my black dress, matching flats and the pseudo diamond earrings. I tied my hair into a bun and drank a cup of ice water, trying to calm my nerves.

"Are you still nervous?" Hazel asked.

I hesitated. "I guess... a little."

"You're going to do great. If you want, I'll walk with you to your interview."

"That would be nice."

I tried to calm my nerves further by doing deep breathing exercises. Now I wasn't so much worried about the interviewing process, but instead some spontaneous disaster occurring during the interview. I still had Khione's medallion, but if something bad happened and/or secrets were revealed, I'd be deemed as crazy or hostile, and I wouldn't be able to make Mr. Molotov forget it all. I tried to convince myself that wouldn't happen. Eventually, we got to Molotov Architecture and Design. The skyscraper was about 15 stories high, and the sunlight reflecting off the building nearly blinded us.

"I'll be right outside on this bench. Good luck Annabeth."

"Thank you."

I went inside with a jittery feeling in my stomach. I checked my watch. 3:45pm. I had plenty of time, so I took the stairs. Mr. Molotov's office was on the 3rd floor, so it was not much of a hike. I looked around and found the name James Molotov on the first door. I knocked three times, then slowly entered. He was not here. Where was he? I sat down and looked at the office. The walls were painted blue, and on his desk he had a name tag, a computer, a wired telephone, a coffee mug that read World's Greatest Dad, and a potted plant that I couldn't identify. To pass the time, I decided to stare off into space. I then saw another vision.

A young woman, who appeared to be in her 20's stood at the beachside, towards the Mediterranean Sea. She had a blue aura around her. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. An oceanaid approached her.

"Daphne, what troubles you?"

"Oh Hango, I feel that even with Themsis in power, there is no justice in the world."

"What makes you say that?"

"Lord Kronos is cruel. He is a despicable man and I hate him!"

Hagno looked around. "Don't you think that he would hear you?"

"No, and even then, I don't care. Being an oceanid is so boring and depressing."

"But what are you going to do?"

"I'm giving up my powers."

Hagno gasped. "Daphne, are you really going to do that? You could die."

"Dying would be better than being forgotten and miserable."

Hagno looked at her sadly. "No matter what I say, I can't stop you, can I?"

Daphne sighed. "I'm afraid not. Tell mother and father that I love them."

She teleported away to an area in Ancient Greece. Her whole body glowed with blue energy, then she shot it upward into the sky. Her blue aura faded. Her powers were gone.

A creek of the door brought me back to reality.

"Oh. Annabeth Chase. I didn't expect you to arrive here so early."

"I thought you would be here waiting for me." I rubbed my arm awkwardly. "Did I do the wrong thing?"

"I suppose not." He sat down in a chair behind his desk. "Are you ready, Ms. Chase?"

"I am."

"Excellent. Let's begin. In terms of architecture, what is your greatest accomplishment?"

"Building a full size scale of Olympus, home of the Greek Gods."

"You built a replica of Olympus? For what purpose?"

"I was building it for a play my friends were a part of. It took weeks, but it was worth every second. I have the designs for them right here."

I showed him my sketches and blueprints of how I rebuilt the home of the gods. If he knew I was doing it for the Greek gods, he would have hired me in a heartbeat.

"You said on your application that you've gotten a master's degree despite being only 22. How is this so?"

"Well, I had done so well the first semester of my junior year at Goode High School, that they let me graduate early. So I quickly followed with college, having finished my schooling in early November of the previous year, allowing me to get my master's degree at 22 instead of 23."

"Alright. Describe for me a failure that set you back. How did you react to it?"

"I remember once making a cabin. Well, four mini cabins actually, but that didn't really work work for what Mr. Brunner had in mind. I had felt disappointed, but I didn't give up. So I managed to create a cabin on wheels which has had at least two residents."

He smiled then retained his neutral look. "Tell me about the relationships you've had with the people you've worked with. Describe the best and the worst of them."

"Well, I've worked with many people. Not necessarily those interested in architecture, but some of them were my friends, and we all got along very well. United, we were unstoppable. I didn't always get along with some of my acquaintances, one girl was rather loud and violent, but she's still very brave and I'm happy to have her as an ally."

"Ok then. What prompted you to apply for this job?"

"I've always been interested in building, designing and repairing. I always thought that I could build something great that will long for a long time, maybe even a thousand years."

"Dream big, Ms. Chase. What's the biggest decision you've made in the past year? Why did you make this choice?"

"I can think of a few that happened years ago. I guess the most recent one was to try and finish getting my master's degree before the end of last December. I made this choice because I wanted to get my degree as soon as possible, since my boyfriend was shifting from job to job. In fact, now I'm the only breadwinner. As of what happened a few months ago..."

"What happened? Oh wait, never mind. It's not my business." He cleared his throat. "What's surprised you the most about the interviewing process so far?"

I smiled. "Truth be told, I was not surprised at all. I prepared myself for the interview and mentally prepared answers to every question. I try to be prepared, although that isn't always possible."

"And finally, do you have any questions for me?"

"Well, yes. If I were to be expecting a child, what exactly would happen? Would you move me to another field of work? If so, would I be paid the same? How many weeks of maternity leave would I get? Would it paid or unpaid?

"Okay, slow down. I know you have a lot of concerns. First of all, you would be moved to designing buildings as opposed to also building them. Your pay rate would be the same, and our company gives three months of paid maternity leave, sometimes even more if the child has birth defects or severe disabilities."

"Thank you. That puts my mind at ease."

"Many female employees are scared to ask these questions. Often times, they claim that they didn't know about their pregnancy until four months or later. I don't know if this a common ruse because of paranoia, if their obliviousness was genuine or a mixture of the two..." He then looked at me curiously. "You mind if I ask you a few personal questions before we conclude the interview?"

I felt a bit nervous, but I answered, "I guess not. Ask away!"

"What was the first day of your last menstrual period?"

I silently gulped. "I honestly do not know. I never keep track."

"Are you sexually active?"

I was not prepared to answer that. "I'd rather not say. I don't want to be shamed since I'm unmarried."

"Do you know if you are with child?"

I knew lying during an interview was a really bad idea. At the same time however, if I lied here, there was no way he could find out. "No, I am not."

"Well, alright then. You're hired! Your first shift begins next Monday, the 9th, at 9 o'clock and ends at 6. You work that shift Monday through Friday and you get the weekends off."

I smiled sheepishly. "Thank you, Mr. Molotov. I look forward to my time here. Have a good day."

"See you Monday."

I left the office and went to tell Hazel the good news. However, I did not find her outside the bench.

"Hazel?"

I heard the sounds of metal clashing. I ran in the direction of the sound, then suddenly stopped and gasped in horror. Hazel was lying on the ground, heavily bleeding. A woman with black hair wearing sunglasses smiled and laughed wickedly. She wore black pants and a black tank top, and on her blood red belt were numerous weapons including a sword, dagger, bow and arrow set, and a shotgun, with black combat boots and a blood red headband to complete the look.

"Hazel!" I ran to her side. "What did you do to her?!"

"Oh, I only made her suffer. This is war after all!" the woman answered.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"You don't recognize me?" She smirked. "Oh, I guess you have yet to encounter me. The name's Enyo, goddess of war, twin sister of Ares. Not to be mistaken for Bellona of course."

I gulped loudly. I knew I was in trouble. At this point I had limited choices, and I was running out of time. I was internally panicking. I thought that disaster could occur, but never had I foreseen anything like this!