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“She is. Korinna Porter is the third generation to run Cerberus Financial since it would be odd
to the world if the same person who founded it were still running it, correct?”
“Another alter ego,” he murmured, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Yes.”
“You trust your employees with your identity? I cannot imagine showing up looking exactly the same as your ‘Great Aunt’ who just died.” Devon asked, shocked she would have that much faith in mortals.
She let out a laugh that caught him off guard. How fair was it that the Goddess of Death should have a sexy laugh?
Devon slumped in his chair. “Goddess, C.E.O., what else? Do you rid the city of crime at night
and visit orphanages?”
“I do not actually do as much as I have in the past,” she said.
“In the beginning,” she continued. “It was easier for me as Persephone to be the C.E.O. and founder. However, with time humans would obviously become weary of seeing the same face and it was natural to allow the company to move on as it would if the real founder had passed on without direct heirs. Korinna is my great niece in the eyes of the human world.” She swirled her drink and took another sip.
“Cerberus Financial allows me to monitor and curtail the economic extremes that allowed for the Great War to happen.” She leaned back in her chair, mirroring his posture. “Even Goddesses learn from our mistakes.”
“Your sisters do this, too?” He was surprised by Persephone’s active role, but he was much more deeply troubled by the idea of these faceless Goddesses having such a direct hand in society.
She nodded. “Amphitrite oversees the waterways and transportation. Hera handles the government aspects.”
Devon waited for her to elaborate, but she left it at that.
He took another drink. When he offered to fill her glass with a gesture of the decanter, she shook her head.
She eyed him with a thoughtful glint. “You should shadow me,” she said definitively. Devon canted his head.
“Literally or figuratively?”
Her lips quirked with amusement, but she pressed them down into seriousness. “Come with me tomorrow. To Cerberus Financial. You can see how it works, the business of being an immortal.” She glanced briefly at the decanter of alcohol. “Perhaps it will soothe some of your worries.”
His lips twitched into a smile. Two worlds to rule, and she was concerned about him.
“That would be good.” His smile stretched further. “I suppose I will call you Korinna, then, not Goddess?”
“Call me Persephone,” she said, “At least when we are here. Tomorrow, you’ll call me Miss. Porter.” Her blue eyes danced with amusement. “We need a reason for you to come with me into meetings, follow me all day.” She considered him for a moment.
“I think with your background and demeanor, security detail would make the most sense. Some upcoming mergers are not all around accepted, so people would believe I might be in need of some protection.”
Devon only raised an eyebrow at her.
“Yes, that should work out just fine. I will notify my secretary tomorrow about getting you into the system with my access level.” Persephone did not wait for a response and was nearly out the door before he called out to her.
“Goodnight, then, and thank you.” He cleared his throat, which had gone hoarse. “Persephone.”
The Goddess paused, stiffening at the doorway.
“Goodnight, Devon.”
Chapter 13
The next morning, Devon looked over himself in the mirror at his black button-up shirt and black slacks, realizing that maybe it was time to stop looking so dark and dreary all the time. Before he could change into something less gloomy, a knock at the door stole his focus.
Before he even reached the door, he realized he could sense Persephone on the other side. That small tingle that went down his spine when she was near had become pretty damn familiar.
