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mob au | the beginning in the end: epilogue 

Mr. Hermes looks as good as he did when Annabeth first met him at seven years old. His hair is still slicked back, though now it is much more salt than it is pepper, and his well tailored Italian suits have been replaced with a wardrobe of colorful tracksuits, but the man beneath the clothes is the same.

Today, as he sits on the back patio with Annabeth, he dons a deep red tracksuit with a pair of white tennis shoes that have a winged design on the outside. Annabeth doesn’t think he could be any cuter if he tried.

“How long has it been, my dear?” Mr. Hermes asks as he takes a sip of his midday martini.

“Six months, I think,” Annabeth answers, her face scrunching as she tries to remember. “It must have been Caroline’s birthday party.”

Mr. Hermes chuckles. “You know, she hustled me out of five hundred dollars that day.”

“Stop.”

“I’ve never been so damn proud in my life,” he says with a sweeping hand gesture. “She’s just like Connor. God bless her mother.”

“Luckily, Katie is an actual saint. Though how she puts up with Travis I will never understand.”

“I’m sure he has the same questions about how Percy puts up with you,” he says with a wink.

Annabeth nods, laughing into her drink. “Oh, I have those same questions, believe me.”

The older man takes another sip of his drink, and slides an olive off its mini sword toothpick (Percy insisted those be the only type of toothpicks on the premises). “So what’s going on, kid? What do you need from a washed up old man?”

“You are not washed up,” she asserts, and sets her drink down. “I actually was hoping I could ask you for some parenting advice.”

“I think my boys would tell you I’m not the one you should be coming to for parenting help. I was barely around for my kids.”

“But you’re around now.”

“Because they let me be,” he says calmly. “Not because I deserve it.”

“Ruthie wants me to train her to take over the business,” Annabeth blurts, the panic evident in her entire demeanor.

“Ah,” Mr. Hermes says with a nod. He takes another sip of his martini. “And that scares the hell out of you.”

“Obviously.”

He laughs again, like Annabeth just told a silly pun instead of some life trajectory altering news. “Well, I’m not sure what to tell you, kid. This is her fate just as much as it was yours.”

Annabeth shakes her head, unable to accept his words. “I refuse to accept that running this business is her fate. It might have been mine, but it’s not hers. I won’t let it be.”

Mr. Hermes sits up in his chair, and leans forward to rest his arms on the table. “Why do you kids always think fate is equal to an outcome?”

“Because… that’s what it is.”

He shakes his head now, dismissing her out of hand. “Fate is about choice.”

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