Page 9 of Such a Fierce Omega
Talon buzzed his assistant who brought us two cups without even asking how we took it. I knew he’d have his boss’s requirements down, but one sip and I knew mine was written down somewhere. I felt more like an owner in that moment than even when I got to keep my phone.
“We appreciate your enthusiasm and willingness to take on a task none of us really wanted. So, how is it going?” He took his seat behind the desk.
“I probably oversold my skills as a membership chairman. Last time I did it was a while ago, as you know, and I want to make sure nothing I do is going to make you—make us—look unprofessional.” Passing him my iPad, I sat down in a guest chair.
He dropped his gaze to the screen. “Mmm hmmm. Okay, give me a minute to read.”
I waited, nervous. Was I on the right track? After years in a whole different kind of business, I thought I knew how to present a company, but the more work I did on this, the more concerned I became about my approach.
After about five minutes, he lifted his face and smiled. “Wow.”
“Good wow or bad wow? I should go back to the drawing board. Or maybe instead of membership I can polish the dungeon furniture as my contribution.”
“You what?” He stood up. “Hang on a sec.” Striding to the door, he leaned out. “Bronson, are you free?”
The two returned together, Talon sitting in his tall-backed leather chair again and Bronson next to me. “What’s going on?” asked the new arrival. “You’re keeping me from checking the paper-products delivery.”
“I think this beats even that excitement.” Talon pushed my iPad across the desk. “Our new partner has a whole membership campaign laid out that I think you will enjoy seeing.”
Talon’s PA entered with fresh coffees for all three of us and left without saying a word.
“He’s efficient,” I commented.
“We’ll have some resumes for you to look at within the next few days,” Talon said. “You need someone efficient as well.”
“Oh good. I keep getting paper caught in the copier.”
“Hopefully they can do more than that, but my assistant or any of the others would be glad to help you until you have your own person or ever.”
Bronson held up the tablet. “You did all of this since our meeting the other day?”
“Yeah, it’s a start, at least. If you two think I’m on the right track? Otherwise, I can start again.”
“Or polish the dungeon furniture,” Talon put in.
Bronson looked from one of us to the other. “Confused.”
“Our new partner thinks he should take up a housekeeping job instead of membership chairman.”
“But he’s already laid the groundwork for this project. That’s amazing.” He thrust out a hand and took mine, shaking it.“Partner, you’re exactly the person we need to help us at this juncture. Just tell us what we can do to help put things in motion.”
We talked a few more minutes before Bronson headed out to check his paper-products delivery and left me alone with Talon.
“Well, I think we’ve answered your questions, right? You have our full support and at our next partners meeting, you can share with everyone.” He started to stand, but I remained seated, and Talon sank back down as well. “Another topic you’d like to discuss?”
“Yeah…what is our policy about dating an employee?”
“Did you have someone in mind?”
“I do. An omega my wolf is pretty noisy about.”
“Well, the policy here is that we never pressure anyone who isn’t interested, but if they are, especially if they are your fated, which it sounds like your wolf thinks they are…” He cleared his throat. “It’s not like we’re human. Of course you have the right to be with your mate.”
“I didn’t say he was.”
“You didn’t have to. Several of us have mated people who worked here.”
Who knew?
