Sparks literally flew, shimmers of fire trailing in her wake with each staccato strike of mile high stilettos against the marble that led to Apollo's office. Gunshot snaps of sound that would have brought every head in the vicinity around if necks weren't already snapping to catch sight of the goddess moving like a freight train past reception and straight into the big guy's office...
Only to find it empty. Typical. Emerald eyes slid to the girl at the door, and the boy beside her... and so on and so on, and okay, so the crowd did soften Aphrodite's temper a bit. "Get him."