Chapter 2

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by Theynashipper12

by Theynashipper12

Annabeth's POV

I hate meetings.

Why?

Well, try staying seated for 6 hours, listening to the same person, with ADHD, and trying to reading a paper as you listen, with dyslexia, and on top of that, getting only 2 and a half hours of sleep the night before?

Ok, that last one might me my fault.

But, in my defence, Sophie and Dex are cousins. Cousins! Why would she kiss him!? Like- wow, I got really off topic. Anyway, yeah, I hate meetings. And everything they're saying, I'm already doing. Like adding more personal design in our builds. Or making more earth-friendly designs. Or-
"Bzzt! Bzzt!"

My phone has saved me. I look at it, and it's my assistant. "Sorry, but I've gotta take this.

I didn't.

I stand up, walk out of the room, and answer. "Hey, Eliza. What's up?" She sounds out of breath. "Yeah, hey. I got you a new client, but you might not like them." My brow furrows. "Why not?" She pauses, then says, "She's a girl from Hollywood."

I groan. Hollywood people are snobs, especially the girls. I sigh. "What's her name?" She takes a breath. "She needs to be impressed." I smile. "That wasn't my question." We laugh.

I met her because she answered a question wrong, and now she was my closest friend at the moment.

"So, why does she need to be so 'impressed'?" She takes a deep breath. "She's Piper Mclean." I suck in a sharp breath. "Piper Mclean. As in...Tristain Mclean's daughter. The one that went missing for around a month in summer a few years ago?" She lets out a nervous laugh. Yep, that's her? What did happen to her anyway?"

I pause. "...I don't know." I did know, but she couldn't know that. She sighs. "Look, I know you think that Hollywood people are snobs, but I really need you to be nice to her."

I sigh. "Yeah, yeah, ok. I'll be nice." Of course I'd be nice, who couldn't be nice to Piper?

Actually, I could think of a lot of people who wouldn't be nice to her, but that's not the point.

We say goodbye, and I hang up. I sigh, and facepalm. "That could've been a cover up to leave! Too late now." I walk back in and sit down. "Sorry for the interruption."

I really wasn't sorry.

So we sit, and people express their opinions, and so do I. Finally, the netting ends, and I'm the first one out the door.