The Events of Olympus Resort | A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 13

Annabeth POV

The earliest evidence of the existence of coffee was found to be in the Sufi monasteries of Yemen in the 15th century, the trend vastly spreading over the Middle East soon after. As the world became more globalized, the growing desire for coffee became incredibly wide spread, and now, hundreds of years later, my own caffeine addiction suffers as a result. The only good part of this, however, is that it gets me through those tasks which I would otherwise rather not be doing.

I'm currently sitting at the large, modern, glass table in my hotel room. Its covered in various books, scribbled post-it notes, and of course, empty coffee cups.

For the past four hours, I've been scouring the books I checked out from the library on Saturday, each one outlining various city regulations regarding environmental codes and required safety conditions, etc. I've been looking for some clue as to why the files I had found while working in my mom's office were labeled confidential, but so far, I've turned up absolutely nothing.

I look again to the photos I took of the confidential files, which I printed out this morning for safe keeping. The heading of the files reads, OLYMPUS COAST ENVIRONMENTAL STATISTICS and a large, red confidential stamp runs across the first page. I flip through each of the photos for the millionth time, reading over every test I highlighted or underlined, but nothing seems to be out of the ordinary, no matter how hard I look.

According to the tests in the files, all of Olympus Coast environment's chemical compositions meet what I had read in the books to be the appropriate levels. All of the regulations appear to be up to date, and the construction all perfectly legal. But if that was the case, then why on earth is the file labeled confidential?

I need more coffee.

Leaving everything as is, I get up and make my way over to the kitchen area. I'm already in the middle of pouring myself another cup when my phone buzzes from my back pocket, making me jump. I put down my mug and pull out my phone to see that I have just gotten a text from my mom.

ANNABETH WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU DONE NOW?!

I don't get confused about my mom's anger often. It's usually pretty easy to tell what she's mad about, mostly because she has a tendency to be blatant and not sugar coat anything. It's typically, 'Annabeth you better not look like a slob tonight!' Or 'I swear to Gods Annabeth if you're late again...'

Long story short, while angry orders are certainly my mom's style, vagueness of any sort is not.

WHAT? I type, genuinely curious as to what I did this time. I'm trying, but I really can't recall anything.

The text bubble pops up to tell me that my mom is typing back.

OH DON'T PRETEND LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW YOUNG LADY. GET YOUR ASS TO THE COLOSSEUM NOW.

Frankly, I'm a little scarred. My mom's a scary person to begin with, but she rarely loses her cool. Her reputation and professionalism are too important to her. Whatever I did to make her react this way, it must be bad.

I quickly duck into the bedroom to get dressed.

It's almost 4:00, and I've basically been inside in my pajamas all day. It's the first week day in a while that I haven't had to go intern in the resort office, and Thalia and everyone have work today, resulting in my complete and utter nose dive into the mystery of the confidential files.

Man I need a life.

As soon as I'm dressed, I throw my hair up and grab my skateboard, heading out the door. I move down the walk streets pretty quickly, and even take a couple of the short cuts I've learned over the past two weeks.