Atlas returned to the villa, hoping to finally catch some sleep.
But as he entered, he was greeted by the presence of Maggie.
"Magic?" He called out, on seeing her through the corner of his eyes, on his way up the stairs.
"Art? Is that you?"
She walked into the living room, wiping her hands with a rag.
"What are you doing?" His eyes gave her a quick once-over.
"Making dinner. Chef has another family to attend to tonight. You? Are the rumors true?"
"What rumor?" His eyes squinted.
"Well– for starters, they said you left The Connor's party earlier than expected, which might mean there's friction between you two. They're also saying there's a rumor the Connors want to sell Solmare, and you storming out might have something to do with losing the bid."
Atlas' hand instantly balled into a fist. "Those bastards!" He thought.
They had gotten ahead with the PR management. Smearing his name, so if he eventually retaliated, everyone would be on their side.
