But getting an omega to agree to such a thing… gettingthatomega to agree…
It has to be him. I got distracted, yes. But I reined myself in. Even screaming and growling, the beast is distant enough to resist. It’s the perfect case in point.
He’s young, attractive, and has a quiet charm. A quintessential omega. Someone for whom our products unlock a normal life.
The investors will eat him up.
“So who’s the omega?” Jess asks. “Are they out?”
“I’m not sure. I scented him on Friday.”
“Oh, okay,” Jess says, nodding along. She’s a beta, so she doesn’t really get it. Doesn’t stop her from being a damn good marketer.
“He’s in the latest new hire class,” I say, pushing upright and toweling off my face and arms. “Pull up the wiki?”
Jess does, then twists around her laptop, showing me thecluster of headshots.
“That’s him,” I say, pointing at those bright green eyes. “Jamie Brennan.”
“Fireside chat with Morgan and Jamie,” Jess says, eyes faraway. “Alpha and omega, from the beginning to the future.”
“Oh, I like that. That’s better than what you said before.”
“Thatiswhat I said before,” Jess says, eyes twinkling with a shared knowing.
I let out a deep laugh. “And that’s why I pay you the big bucks.”
“You could pay me more.”
“You need asecondyacht?” I tease.
“You havethree,” she says, almost whining. “But I kid. My son’s got his heart set on Yale.”
I scoff. “Get him to switch to MIT, and I’ll give you that raise.”
“I’ll work on him,” she says with a wink. She flips her laptop back around and examines Jamie’s photo. “They really are going to be perfect for this… but you said you’re not sure if they’re out?”
“Right. When do you need confirmation by?”
“A month ago. In case you forgot, the PR tour startsFriday.Ofthis week.Butsomebodydecided last minute that the campaign I’d slaved over for six months was, how did you phrase it? ‘Bland, basic, and utterly unserviceable’?”
I huff a laugh. “What’s my super-special CEO deadline?”
“Hmmm. I can do end of day. Today. But that means I’ll be pulling all-nighters, so you’re adding a hundred K to my RSUs next cycle, got it?”
“Fifty, and you give me until start of business tomorrow.”
“Seventy five and I accept your terms. Final offer.”
“Sixty five,” I insist. Jess locks eyes with me. If I couldn’t be certain from her scent, I might have guessed there was at leastsome alpha in the woman.
But a smile cracks across her lips. She was expecting sixty.
“Deal,” she says.
“I’ll have him signed by start of business tomorrow,” I repeat, walking over to the fridge and pulling out the fresh protein smoothie Eileen deposited there an hour earlier. I chug down my liquid lunch and head for the showers.
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