Way to make it fucking weird, man.
Max
Am I wrong?
No, you’re not wrong.
Ethan
I feel sexualized.
Anyway. It will be here before the Humane Society event, so we can unveil it then. Max, I need you to think of some item you can bring for the kids to sign and prepare for a hefty donation.
Max
You got it, boss.
My stomach does a little flip, and I feel a little of a fuck it moment coming on.
Do you two want to meet to discuss the event?
Ethan
I have a shift at the diner, but we could meet after. I’ll treat you two to some pie.
Max
Sly fox with his sly pie. I’ll be there at eight.
Ethan
Sloane, I don’t feel safe. I need hot fox insurance.
I’ll see you two weirdos there.
I smile to myself, setting the phone to the side, and try to focus on the rest of my day. I schedule a few posts and plan out a thorough schedule for the team and my side project for Max and Ethan.
There may be some intervals of daydreaming, but I’m thoroughly knocked back into reality when my dad knocks on the side of my cubicle.
“Sloane, hun,” he says. I have a smile, which quickly fades as I see my pinched face grandmother beside him.
Her back is arched straight, her blonde and gray hair in a tight chignon as she eyes my cubicle with disdain.
“Kristoff, why is she working? Is your pack on hard times?” she says.
My father takes a deep inhale through his nose and shakes his head. “No, Sloane wanted to work.”
“You are pretty and young. You should have a pack by now,” she says, not pulling any punches and hitting me right in the gut.
“Oh, didn’t you hear? I’m going to go to one of those facilities where you have your heat serviced.”
Her mouth parts in shock, and my father sighs.
“She is not. She’s currently working with a matchmaker.”
“You’re here early, Mormor.”
“Yes, well, I seem to have confused my dates,” she says tersely. “It would be such a shame if this was the last time I could visit the states with no great-grandchildren in sight,” she says, and my mouth drops.
