Famous Fate

2

After I'd made my way to Chiron's office building, I was led to a conference room by an overly zealous receptions.

Once I reached it I peered inside. The room was pristinely white and filled with a long table and uncomfortable yet familiar chairs. The white painted walls where lined with album cover posters of their successful clients—there were several of mine amongst them.

My heart pounded as I peered around the room. Chiron sat at one side of the table, an empty seat which I assumed was for me next to him.

And across from him sat some tall, well-dressed balding man who was dressed in a suit and tie. Next to that man was world-renowned actress, Annabeth Chase, the last person I had expected to see.

Chiron peered at me nervously before ushering to the empty seat next to him. "Ahh, Percy, thank you for joining us. Take a seat."

My legs felt weak as I managed to stumble over to the chair and sit down. I studied Annabeth Chase, who was currently ignoring me and peering down at the desk.

She was dressed in a tight, cream-colored sweater with a neatly pressed black blazer over it. She had several golden necklaces draped across her neck and she wore several more golden brackets and rings on her hands.

Her blonde curls were pulled back into a tight bun, but several tendrils of her hair had managed to escape. I could tell that her eyes, although they were peered down at the floor, were an intense, stormy gray. Her face seemed emotionless.

"So, I assume you both know why we arranged this meeting," the man next to her, who I assumed was her manager, said coldly. "Are we in agreement?"

I peered over at Chiron, clearly confused. He was peering straight ahead and didn't catch my glare, so he just nodded solemnly. "What? No, I have no clue what's even going on!"

Chiron was dressed like he always was, more like a college professor than a talent agent. He wore a tweed coat jacket and loafers. He sat in a wheelchair as he'd become paralyzed or something years ago, but I never really asked him about it.

Annabeth Chase's manager glared at me in disgust as if I were some rodent. "Young man, didn't your manager, ah, brief you?"

Her manger was like the opposite of Chiron. Tall, wrinkly, bald, and clean cut. He wore a neat suit and talked aggressively like he were some salesman.

"Brief me on what, exactly?" I asked as I sat up straighter in my chair. "Is this some sort of business deal, like a brand deal? Because I'm not doing one of those."

Annabeth Chase laughed from across the table, her stormy gray eyes remaining emotionless. "Isn't it obvious?"

Anger boiled in my chest as I peered back at her and her manager, who I was certain both thought I was an idiot. "What do you mean? Did your manger actually brief you or something?!"

She was wearing a cleanly pressed white pan suit that was clearly designer. She wore her blonde curls up in a tight bun and her hands, which were filled with expensive looking jewelry, were crossed on her lap.

She narrowed her eyes at me before smirking. "Well, he didn't have to, as some of us actually have half a brain."

Before I could reach over and strangle Annabeth Chase and her prissy manager, Chiron gripped my shoulder tightly, but still ignored my eye contact.

"I'm sorry, but I have no clue," I admitted.

"This is a business deal," her manager explained, speaking for her. She nodded along, her neat hair not moving a bit.