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“We’re Aisling’s pack,” I state. “I am alsoOmega’s Haven’slawyer. I’m here to discuss the threatening and harassing emails and calls ROWS has been making to my clients.”

The woman’s eyes widen before she nods. “Ah, just give me one moment to tell Miss Richardson you’re here,” she says, scurrying away.

“I am almost positive they didn’t expect you to have anyone with you, Aisling,” Cian murmurs. “I’d be damned if I didn’t come.”

Looking around, I glance at the posters in the waiting room. It’s all propaganda about how omegas should be cherished by their packs, and how they can’t make a decision without one.

Aisling makes thousands of decisions without us, so that’s just laughable.

Another poster has me stepping closer toward the wall, my lips parting.

Omegas should bedemur at all times. Teach the youth how to respect their elders.

“Jesus,”I mutter. “Are we living in a Twilight Zone?”

Cian steps over to where I’m standing, snorting as he reads the poster.

“I would rather my daughter buck the system and tell these women off than be demure,” he rasps. “I already dislike this. Corbin called me this morning and told me I couldn’t kill them.”

Snorting because he didn’t hear what Shaw said in the parking lot, I nod. “I have a feeling we may want to though,” I say.

“Aisling and Wren, must you two be so dramatic?” Emilia exclaims as she walks into the waiting room.

Cian and I turn to face her, and I wish I was closer to Aisling than I am right now.

“I don’t think we’re being dramatic at all,” Aisling says, brow raised. “Your last email was threatening, and you seem to be under the impression that we’re helpless.”

“Needing to bring an entourage of males is exhibiting your helplessness,” Emilia says with a small smile that’s all teeth. “Come along to the conference room. I’m afraid you’ll have to leave all of this man candy in the reception area.”

“I believe you’re mistaken,” Wren says. “Our lawyer would like to be in the conference room as a witness. It is also typical to allow an omega to bring a pack representative into any meeting where she or he has felt threatened. The evidence that you’re in contact with a known madam of an auction house makes you not a safe person.”

“The allegations of the last sentence aren’t true,” Emilia says sourly.

“Even if they weren’t, my own mother from the Whalen Society told me you weren’t trustworthy,” Evan says dourly. “Unless, you’d like for me to call her to sit in on this meeting?”

“Who is your mother?” Emilia asks.

“Sue Whalen,” Evan says with a feral smile as the blood leaves her face.

I guess they have some history. Interesting.

“No offense, but I’ll pass. Your mother is insufferable,” she grunts. “This is insane, people. I refuse to have this many bodies in my space. We can keep the lawyer, I guess. You can have one other person.

Shaw and Cian glance at each other, and Cian inclines his head toward him.

“I’ll go,” Shaw murmurs. “Show us the way.”

Emilia gives us her back like the bitch she is and strides in the direction of the conference room.

“Record the meeting,” Caelin grunts. “I’ll open that app on my computer so we can listen.”

The receptionist never returned, so everyone nods. Caelin has his laptop bag crossed over his chest as he always does, and he parks his ass in the chair, where everyone grabs seats as well.

“Good talk,” I state, lips twitching, as I stride after Emilia with Aisling, Wren, and Shaw.

“I’m surprised she’s allowing this much of a presence,” Shaw says under his breath.

Me too. It doesn’t really help my anxiety over this in the least.

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