It had been two weeks since that night—the invasion of the last gang hideout—two weeks since everything with the grey virus and its variant had been wrapped up.
Patients had been released to their families; the ban on large gatherings had been lifted; and no other individuals had come in for treatment.
It had also been two weeks since the president awarded Athena with a national honor—adding to her growing collection—and since Aiden was promoted to Head of the Secret Security Service.
So much for not working for the government again, after the virus issue.
Ewan's company was back to normal, thriving again. Her own companies' merger had been announced, and the rumors had shifted from the grey virus to her possible announcement as the heir of the Thorne Empire.
Everything seemed perfect.
