Ethan sat in what looked to be a private room of a bar, listening in on the conversation between the three, on his face was a proud smile at the way Lillian had made use of the information she got.
He knew that she was still a bit hesitant and nervous to face her past but she had ended up handling it better than he expected.
"Good job, Midas." He muttered as he took a sip of his Mudslide[1]. Why did he choose that instead of one that fit the mood, like whiskey or wine?
Well, there was no particular reason apart from the fact that he was a sweet tooth who constantly craved something...sweet.
"What was that?" Irina, who was sitting opposite him in the private room, asked.
She had flown all the way to Atlanta for a meeting with Ethan, an action that baffled him since they could just as easily discuss whatever she wanted through a secured channel, yet she was here.
Ethan was surprised when she informed that she had arrived in Atlanta, while he was in his office.
