𝟒│𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭

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Currently, the four Demi-gods and god, were in Hermes' office, his office decorated with gold items and the doors were gold, everything was gold, but nothing less to expect from a god himself.

Annabeth glared at Hermes', Calista was on his lap, Issac and Percy too staring at the couple.

A waiter appeared out of nowhere bringing Hermes' a drink, setting it down on the wood table and leaving.

"What did you do to her?" Annabeth asked, her voice dropping an octave.

" I didn't do anything" Hermes' grinned, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair while his other sat on Calista's thigh." I just told her the truth, She's my girlfriend." He teased, almost laughing when Annabeth glared at him more.

"What?" Her face morphed into a scowl." She's not your girlfriend!"

She slammed her hands down on to the desk in front of her, glaring daggers at Hermes'.

"Feisty, just like I remember"

"You!-"

"Sir, no offence, but we're here to ask for help getting a way to Los Angeles" Percy cut off the now seething Annabeth, who looked like she could kill Hermes' with her bare hands.

"And why should I help you? Every other demigod that walked in here walked out disappointed, so give me one good reason." Not even looking at the Demi-god, Hermes' continued to trace Calista's figure. Only looking when Calista nudged him in the stomach to look at them."hm? I'm waiting."

"Uh.." Percy cleared his throat, suddenly feeling sweaty." We need a way to los Angeles and the underworld to save my mother and to stop a full out war that will most likely kill people you care about"

"bold of you to assume I care about people." The god laughed" I have all I need right here." Hermes patted Calista's thigh, the girl zoning out. Save for his son, but Hermes' knew Luke could fend for himself and if anything did happen the god would interfere.

The daughter of Aphrodite tilted her head, swearing she remembered something that she too had to do in the underworld." Issac?" The dark haired man hummed." Didn't we have to do something in the underworld too?"

Issac stared at her.

He couldn't say anything with the way Hermes' was looking at him.

More like death glaring.

"I don't think so" he exhaled softly, rolling his shoulders to ease some of his muscles of the tension he had created by sitting in a space that clearly did not fit him.

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