1) Thank you so much for your reviews! I really appreciate it!

2) I know I originally said the sequel was going to have Kronos as the villain, but as I was figuring out a plan for it, I realized Kronos would have no motive, because I originally painted him as a doting dad who had some crazy money-spending issues. But anyways, yeah. I decided on someone else. Hehehe. Special thanks to VCRx for pointing me in a great direction!

3) Please let me know what you think of this idea for the sequel!

4) Happy Halloween! Did you guys go trick-or-treating? I did, with some of my friends, and the adults kinda looked at us weird because we're definitely not the elementary schoolers they were expecting. XD

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She ran her hands over the delicate, yellowed paper. Her long, slender fingers caught on the curled edges as she brushed the soft surface. Her breath hitched. There was a tear. A tiny laceration, roughly a centimeter long, extending diagonally from the corner of the page.

No.

Was it her own carelessness? Was it the old age? Or was it the folder she kept it in that was the culprit?

Cradling it in her palm, she placed the letter back in its folder and tucked it into the safe. She would find a better, safer place for it later. Later, as in once her job had been completed. Once she finally allowed her beautiful angel to rest in peace.

Sighing, she stood up and slipped into her high heels. They clicked against the floor as she strode over to her dresser and examined her reflection. Her makeup was flawless. Not a hair was out of place. She lifted a perfectly-manicured hand to dab a speck of sweat from her neck. There. Beautiful. The picture of poise and perfection.

She rubbed the moisture on the tip of her finger into her handkerchief, neatly folded it, and slipped it into the side zip of her handbag.

Today was the day. The day she had been waiting for. The day she had shed countless tears for, slaved for, been dragged down to the greatest depths of the chasm for. The day she had spent dreaming about for the past five years.

Her handbag started vibrating.

It must be time.

She fished her cell phone out of her bag and rubbed her thumb against the case. Spotless as usual. She flipped it around and swiped right to accept the call.

"Hello?" Good. Gentle-sounding, yet firm. Not too much of a lilt at the end of the word, because then it would signify genuine curiosity. And curiosity meant doubt. Doubt meant weakness.

"All the things you asked for, they've come. You may want to gather them and put your plan into action."

She smiled smugly. "Of course. I will send a representative to pick up the package."

She could hear the man smile through the speaker. Likely in response to his supposed payday. Ha. The unsuspecting fool. "That sounds good. Pleasure doing business with you."

"Yes," she drawled. "Pleasure."

She lifted the phone from her ear and pressed the End Call button.

She took one last glance at her reflection. The fake tan. The wig. The colored contacts. Smirking, she lowered the black mask over her head.

She picked up her "handbag" and dropped her phone back inside.

"I'm coming for you," she swore. "I'm coming for you, Annabeth Chase."

:D