Ewan's appearance in the boardroom brought every activity to a halt—every winding thought, every muttering, and every form of commotion, including Athena, who had been about to reveal a little of Ethan's role in the Giacometti company.
Looking better than he had just a few days ago while struggling with death, Ewan was a sight to behold.
Although his dark green three-piece suit now sagged at some angles and his skin was a bit pale, his enigmatic presence and the sharpness of his beautiful blue eyes were enough to capture attention as usual.
Athena, for one, was surprised to see him looking so hale and hearty; it seemed her medicines had exceeded her expectations. She had told Sandro to give him a week more, and yet here he was, defying her logic.
Oh well… she thought now, watching him stride confidently, closely followed by a stiff-faced Sandro, to the head seat. He is still an ardent fan of poker faces.
