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The Poisoned Glass

Athena's focus was razor-sharp as she prepared for her next move. The death of Thomas Greaves' youngest son had struck a blow, but it had not been enough to break him. She needed to dismantle his remaining family systematically, ensuring that each strike left him more vulnerable and desperate. The next target was his second son, Gregory Greaves-a man known for his discretion and penchant for secrecy.

Gregory led a very private life, rarely appearing in public and avoiding any situations that could attract attention. His habits and whereabouts were closely guarded secrets, making him a more challenging target. However, Athena's shapeshifting ability provided her with a critical advantage. Through careful observation and relentless investigation, she managed to uncover Gregory's routine.

It turned out that Gregory had a weakness for high-end bars, where he frequented discreet lounges and private clubs. He was known for indulging in expensive spirits, often letting his guard down when it came to the contents of his drinks. This vulnerability was Athena's key.

On the night of her planned strike, Athena transformed into a figure who could blend seamlessly into Gregory's environment-a waitress. Her costume was simple yet elegant: a black dress with a white apron, her hair tied back in a neat bun. The transformation was complete, and she now had the perfect guise to get close to Gregory without arousing suspicion.

The upscale lounge where Gregory was expected to be was a haven of luxury and exclusivity. Athena entered, her demeanor composed and her movements purposeful. The lounge was dimly lit, filled with patrons enjoying their drinks and conversations. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low murmur of sophisticated chatter.

Athena scanned the room, her gaze sharp and discerning. She soon spotted Gregory at a secluded table in the corner, his profile unmistakable. He was alone, sipping from a glass of dark, rich liquor, seemingly absorbed in his thoughts. This was her opportunity.

With practiced ease, Athena approached the table, her face carefully neutral as she carried a tray of drinks. Gregory glanced up, his eyes briefly meeting hers before returning to his glass.

"Good evening, sir. Can I get you a refill?" Athena asked, her voice smooth and courteous.

Gregory looked up, his expression a mix of surprise and mild irritation. "Yes, please. Just a refill," he said, handing her the empty glass.

Athena took the glass with a practiced smile and turned toward the bar. As she walked, her mind raced through the plan she had meticulously crafted. She had prepared a special concoction-a lethal poison that would act quickly and silently, ensuring that Gregory's death would appear natural and undetectable.

At the bar, Athena worked swiftly. She had already made arrangements with one of the bartenders, who had been discreetly bribed to cooperate. The poison was added to Gregory's refill under the guise of a routine drink preparation. She returned to the table with the glass, her movements smooth and casual.

"Here you go, sir," Athena said, placing the glass in front of Gregory. "Enjoy your evening."

Gregory nodded absently, taking the glass from her. Athena watched, her heart steady despite the gravity of the moment. He took a generous sip, savoring the taste. She maintained her composure as she moved away from the table, blending back into the surroundings of the lounge.

Her task was now complete. She made her way to the back of the establishment, where she shifted back into her raven form to avoid detection. From her vantage point high above, she observed the lounge, waiting for the inevitable signs of Gregory's distress.

It didn't take long. Within minutes, Gregory began to exhibit signs of discomfort. His face contorted in pain, and he staggered, clutching at his chest. The luxurious surroundings of the lounge seemed to spin around him as he struggled to remain upright. His attempts to call for help were futile; the poison was taking its toll rapidly.

Athena watched with a cold detachment. The scene was tragic but necessary. She knew that Gregory's death would further destabilize Thomas Greaves, pushing him closer to breaking point.

As the lounge descended into chaos, with patrons and staff scrambling to assist Gregory, Athena silently departed. She returned to her fortress, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere she had left behind. Her thoughts were clear and resolute, focusing on the next steps in their plan.

Back at the fortress, Athena prepared herself for the aftermath of her actions. The blood-red light of the great hall seemed even more poignant, a reminder of the sacrifices made in the pursuit of vengeance. Each life taken was a step closer to their ultimate goal-breaking Thomas Greaves and freeing Milo.

Athena's resolve was unwavering. The path was set, and she would continue her meticulous strategy until her mission was complete. The fortress, her sanctuary and stronghold, stood as a testament to her strength and determination. The next move was already on her mind, a calculated step toward the final act of retribution.