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I go over to my desk and open the HR file on my PC.

“Who’s next?” I ask absently as I open the slip of paper back up.

“Teri,” Brooke says. “The arty girl with the blue hair?”

I can picture her as I look her full name up on the system.

That brings the phone number for her room up for me.

Erika took the news as well as we could have expected.

I doubt the rest of the Omegas will be so calm about it.

My stomach churns as I dial Teri’s extension.

It’s not going to be a fun afternoon.

Chapter Fifty-Six

Lana

One short lunch break with our mates and seven more conversations with brainwashed Omegas later, and I’m ready to pass out for the rest of the afternoon. Unfortunately, there’s still work to do, and it’s every bit as important as telling those Omegas what happened to them.

“That I.T. guy better not take days to get back to me,” I mutter as I send him another chase up message. That’s the trouble with not having someone who can deal with technical stuff on site.

We’re completely at the mercy of an outsider’s schedule.

“He’ll get back to you. The academy pays too well for anyone to ignore a call from this place.”

Brooke’s probably right.

It’s hard to be relaxed while I know there are eight Omegas in the building who are freaking out about what was done to them, and so far, all we’ve been able to do is set up the kitchen to go to their suites to get their meal orders at set times, and station twoguards Pete’s company was able to provide at short notice in a couple of corridors.

We’ve done everything we can.

It doesn’t feel like enough.

“Any chance my old suite is still free?” Brooke asks.

I blink at her. “Uh … You want to see it?”

She laughs. “Actually, I was thinking we should stay for the night. Since Damian confirmed he’ll be here tomorrow, I might as well stick around for that.”

“Your suite is still empty. I made sure the bed was put back, and it’s been cleaned. The fridge could probably use a restock, but you can have the key for it.” I get up and go to my desk, unlocking the drawer full of keys and picking out the right set for Brooke.

She gets up and takes it from me. “This is awesome. Kellan can see where I was trapped waiting for him for all those years.”

“I’m sorry he never got through sooner. He tried so damn hard.”

“I know,” she says. “You were a good friend to him, like you’ve always been to me. We’re lucky we met you, Lana. Whatever happens, I hope you choose to stay in my life. I’d like to stay in yours.”

“I’d like that, too,” I admit.

“Good,” she says. “I’ll swing by the kitchen and grab some snacks for the room since the fridge is empty. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Night, Brooke.”

“Night, Lana.”

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