For a second, Athena didn't know what to say or do. She sat, dazed, confused, just watching the president, who had a thin smile on his lips.
Athena immediately felt a surge of anger rise within her, a desperate urge to slap that smile away, to dash the president's head against the wall. Maybe then, he would take this seriously. Maybe then, he would show his cards, and not keep wasting her time.
Did they put a clown in this seat, or what? She wondered, exhaling softly afterward as she relaxed back into the chair. If he wanted to play rough, then he should play rough. If he wanted to reason with her, well, he should go ahead with that. Why the back and forth? And why did she feel this was all a game to him?
