The owner of Jupiter Enterprises lounged on a comfortable beach chair on the deck of one of his many Mediterranean mansions. This outrageously wealthy and powerful person was currently… hiding. His wife had caught him checking out one of the nymph servants. No matter how many times he argued that he had simply asked for her to look on the floor for his car keys, she never believed him. The fact he had never bothered learning to drive didn’t help his case.

“My lord, your daughter is here to see you.”

 He startled. How the blazes did she find me! Standing a few meters away is his secretary, servant, tailor, analysist, advisor, tactician, bodyguard… daughter Athena. He stared at her for a moment trying to work out how she had located him but gave up. She was too clever for her own good.

“Which one?”, he replied gruffly.

“Artemis I believe but it may be Diana, I can never tell them apart. Her personality doesn’t change between iterations unlike most of us.” Ouch that was a sore spot for her. Athena didn’t particularly like her Minerva iteration.

“Let her join me”, he said slightly eager. He had been sitting alone for the entire afternoon. Completely out of character for the party enthusiast.

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He looked up as she sat down beside him. She had an excited glint in her eye which was interesting. Other than that she looked the same wearing her usual black dress and silver jewelry. She spent most of her time overseeing Hunter Corp. A subisidiary of Jupiter Enterprises. Nothing to be excited about so he was curious.

“So… Whats up?” he asked her.

“We’ve made something pretty awesome.” She smirked.

“Awesome? Who’s we?” he asked.

“Umm Hephaestus, Morpheus, Your father and grandmother.”

“Gaea’s involved!?”, I asked shocked. What exactly have they made… “Why didn’t you ask me to get involved?” And I can’t believe they managed to wake Morpheus up!

She cringed. “Well your power wouldn’t have helped….”

“So why are you here?”, I asked somewhat grumpily. Nobody likes to be left out.

“We need your permission to go ahead with our creation”, she smiled. She flashed the deadly puppy dog eyes at me. But every father gains a hardened soul to that particular attack.

“What exactly is this creation?”, I ask sternly. But kind of curious. Anything that involves someone as powerful as grandmother is nothing to laugh at.

She smiles at me, “What’s your opinion on video games?”.

My eyes widened.