The Alpha’s Mate Who Cried Wolf
Chapter 12
Chapter 12
We’re in an underground car park. I follow Zenith to an elevator, step in and stand beside Zenith at the back. John stands in front of us. I feel under-dressed, wearing a hoodie and jeans while they wear expensive suits. After a few minutes, the elevator stops and the doors open with a ding. I step into a large, clean, classy foyer. I follow Zenith to a large door.
‘This is the waiting room.’ he says.
The waiting room has luxurious couches and recliners, designer coffee tables, fancy vases and fresh flowers. There is a long u-shaped desk centred in the room, and an ample water feature another wall.
‘This will be your desk. You will greet the clients and offer them drinks. There is a kitchen with a coffee machine and a fridge behind you. Give my clients whatever they want, he says. I nod.
‘This room behind your desk is my office. Don’t let anyone in until you have told me they are here via call. I will tell you when I’m ready for them!
‘What if they refuse to wait and enter your office?’ | ask.
‘Use your common sense, do what you must, just don’t let them in,’ he says.
‘Okay, I say, exhaling and visualising all plausible scenarios in my mind.
‘If you need to call a client, this screen has all client details. This screen here is your diary to book my clients. I have access to it on my laptop, he explains.
‘Brooke is my assistant downstairs. Call her. Her number is there on the desk if you need anything,’ he says.
‘Okay.
T’ll get her to bring you a skirt-suit, blouse, pantyhose, and court shoes. There is a staff bathroom down the hall to the right. Have a shower, get changed, and put some makeup on, he says, smiling before leaving.
‘Okay, I say, smiling at his hospitality. Ten minutes later, Brooke comes upstairs with a cream blouse, navy skirt-suit, black pantyhose, and black court shoes in my size.
‘Hello, I believe these are for you,’ she says, smiling. I’m Brooke.
‘Brooke, nice to meet you. I’m Astrid. Thank you,’ I say, taking the outfit from her. Brooke is slim, petite, and has blonde hair and blue eyes. She wears a navy skirt suit too.
‘I have to go now, but if you need anything, call me, she says, smiling and going downstairs. I go into the bathroom, shower, and admire the gorgeous corporate attire, hanging it up on a hook. The hot water stings parts of my skin but feels glorious. It is precisely what I need after an exhausting morning. I push my feet into the black pantyhose and pull them up over my
hips, letting the black elasticised waistband rest on my stomach. They’re not too tight, and they fit perfectly. I step into the navy skirt and zip it. It fits me perfectly, like a glove. The cream blouse is silk. I tuck it into the top of the waist-high skirt and revel in how it feels against my skin. I push my arms into the structured sleeves of the gorgeous navy blazer and step into the court shoes, which are my size. There is a brush and a bag of cosmetics under the bathroom sink. Once I brush my hair, I scoop it up into a scrunched bun before applying
some foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and red lipstick and look at myself in the mirror. I feel and look a million dollars. I’m ready to play Miss Corporate Barbie. My old clothes, socks, and shoes are on the Bathroom Vanity. With one final coat of red lipstick on my lips, I stuff the gold-encased lipstick into my blazer pocket and push the bathroom door open.
I’m just about to sit at the desk when a man enters. I know him straight away to be James, John’s twin brother. He looks me up and down like I’m a snack and whistles.
‘You accepted Dad’s job offer, I see,’ he says with a grin.
‘I did. It’s a pleasure to meet you, James,’ I politely say.
‘The pleasure is all mine,’ he says, taking my hand and kissing it. Like father, like son. He winks at me and walks to the office to the right of Zeniths before stopping and turning to look at me.
‘In case you are unsure, this is my office. The one on the other
side of Dad’s is John’s. So, we work together sometimes in Dad’s office,’ he says, smiling.
‘Zenith Creations. Astrid is speaking. How may I help you?’ || say.
‘It’s Dom Hayes. I need to see Zenith as soon as possible.’
‘Okay, sir. Please hold on a moment,’ I open the diary screen and find a free spot tomorrow.
‘Mr. Hayes, I offer, ‘I can book you in for 2 pm tomorrow?’
‘Okay, I’ll see him tomorrow, Mr Hayes says, ending the call before I can say goodbye. I spend the day answering calls from clients, booking appointments, and passing on messages. I see John and James leaning over my desk halfway through the day, looking right at me with coy expressions.
‘Is there something I can help you with?’ | ask them.
‘Astrid, there is something you can do. If you could follow me into my office, John says. James elbows him playfully.
‘Don’t mind him. He is just stirring, James says.
‘We would love a coffee, James says, winking and smiling.
‘How would you like your coffee?’ I ask, ignoring John’s smirks.
‘Latte, no sugar. John will have the same.’
‘Okay.’ I walk into the kitchen and look at the enormous copper industrial coffee machine sitting on the granite benchtop. How am I meant to use this thing? I recall what I learned in my six hour barista class a few years ago. I surprised myself and made the coffees expertly. And placed the mugs and one teaspoon on a tray and walked with them out to the men. They look at me like I’m some divine goddess who makes barista style coffee. I put the lattes down in front of them, they’re impressed
‘Won’t your father be angry? You two are out here staring at me instead of working?’ | ask. James grins.
‘You’re right, Astrid,’ he says, gives me a wink, and returns to his office with his latte.
‘John, get back to work, he laughs. John returns to his office with his latte.
‘You know how to handle those two, don’t you?’ Brooke giggles. ‘You must tell me about yourself. How old are you? Where are you from?’ She asks.
I’ll be eighteen in five days. I used to live with my Dad, a forty five-minute walk from here,’ I reply.
‘How exciting! You’ll meet your wolf this week!’ She says excitedly. I give a fake smile.
‘Yeah, so excited…’ I say with a tinge of sarcasm and sadness
-the phone rings.
‘I better get back to my desk downstairs, Brooke says, running downstairs in her court shoes. I answer the phone.
‘Zenith Creations. Astrid is speaking. How may I help you?’ ask.
‘It’s me. Zenith. Make us both a latte and bring them to my office,’ he says, ending the call. I push open his door with the lattes in my hands and put them on his desk.
‘You’ve done well today, Astrid, he says.
‘Thank you, I reply, sipping my latte.
‘We need to discuss your living arrangements. You can stay in the packhouse with me and the boys, if you’re comfortable to do so, Zenith offers.
I pause in thought at his offer. I don’t have anywhere to stay, and I don’t want to live with his sons. So, what choice do|| have?
‘Okay, just for now, though, I smile, accepting his offer.
‘Good. It’s settled then, Zenith smiles, sipping his latte.
At 5 pm, I follow Zenith to the elevator. John and James follow behind.
‘You can hop in with me, James offers, smiling.
‘Thank you. I’ll go with your Dad, I say, smiling.
I get into Zenith’s car. A vital phone call takes his attention for the duration of our ride home. Finally, we arrive, and I see a sign that reads Shady Crest. I gulp. Wait, this is the Pack Vanessa, and Alice lived! The Pack abused Vanessa and used her as the pack slave.
‘Is something wrong?’ John asks, staring at me.
‘No, I’m just admiring the house. It’s so lovely, I say, trying to contain my nerves. His house is large and impressive. It’s not as big as Ryker’s, but still gorgeous. The car stops. Zenith opens his door and helps me out. My court shoes crunch on pristine white gravel.
‘Are you okay, Astrid? You’re shaking,’ he says.
I’m fine. I’m cold, I lie, rubbing my arms.
‘Let’s go inside.’
We walk up the twenty stone steps to a glossy green front door and walk inside into a foyer. Zenith puts his black leather case on a nearby table with his coat.
‘This way, to the dining room’, he says, smiling. I follow him
into the dining room. People sit at a long mahogany table and are being served plates of food by employees.
Everyone goes quiet and stands with Zenith’s arrival.