“Absolutely. I was going to suggest the same.” I pause. “Forest, just an idea… but are you considering Griffin for a rank?”
“I am,” he admits. “I was thinking of making him my gamma once everything is settled. What do you think?”
“Yes, I think that would be the logical choice,” I agree.
“What else do you suggest?”
“We’ll move your office from your suite to the regular first floor of the packhouse. And we’ll set up office hours for you there, where pack members can come and talk to you.”
He nods thoughtfully. “That never occurred to me, but you are right; that way I am more accessible to the pack members.”
“I will start getting involved in the schedule of the rest of the staff,” I say.
“Do whatever you want,” he reassures me. “You have my okay in everything.”
I grab the many folders that are lying around. “I will digitize all of it, and if you want to hear my first piece of advice, we need to get rid of half of these pointless deals and meetings. They are absolutely useless.”
Forest looks surprised. “Really?”
“Yes.” I show him three appointments his father has made for him. They are absolutely bullshit. “You gain nothing from these, and they are not even with packs you want as your allies. This meeting is just to show off, but the only ones benefiting are the other parties.”
“Why did Dad even set me up with them, then?” Forest says. Before I can answer, he lowers his head, biting on his lip. “Fuck!Probably to show everyone how much I waste my time with bullshit things. And how I flounder at expensive parties. You are right…“ He gestures at another point in his schedule. “Why do I need to attend a ceremonial ship launching? What do I care about a random alpha’s yacht?”
“Exactly!” I agree. “Forest… your father is the villain, not you. You trusted him because he is your dad. This is not your fault.”
“I should have noticed.”
“Youdid.That’s why we are doing what we are doing,” I say. “And you already made up with Griffin. Plus, if I may say so, Martin does seem to like working for you.”
“This just strengthens my resolve,” he says. “I want you to look over everything, Rose. Including the investments. I know this is one of your strong points.”
“I have some ideas,” I admit. “For example, raise the investments for childcare and healthcare in the pack, and invest more in security. And dump some of the more luxurious investments. Why do we need top-notch wine, for example? This is just beneficial for the alpha family, but for no one else.”
“Like I said,” Forest frowns. “Do it. And please, double-check everything my father has set up.”
“I should have your new schedule set by this evening,” I promise. “Good thing you were always pretty well organized. You have all the data and contact dates yourself.”
“I wanted to do things properly,” he admits.
“And that’s what’s going to do you good now,” I say. “You are reliable and responsible. Good traits for an alpha. It will also show in the way you’ll train with the warriors. Do you have a plan for them already?”
“Yes, I want Martin to train the advanced warrior group, Griffin the beginners, and I want to work with the elites. From today on, I will be very present in the pack, and you are right, the warriors are a good start.”
He balls his hands into fists and nods grimly.
“Let’s start with moving your office,” I suggest.
“Got you, I will link Martin for help.”
I wish I were able to link him, too, but I would only be able to be part of the pack if Forest marked me, and technically, he can only do it during a full moon night, which is why our shtick still works so well. No one is suspicious that he hasn’t marked me yet. However, it makes things a bit more difficult that I can’t link anyone in an emergency.
“I would like to stroll around the pack later,” I say. “Actually, maybe tomorrow, since today, I want to focus on your schedule and cancel some investments.”
“You can go anywhere you like, but tell me beforehand. I want someone to accompany you, preferably Griffin or Martin. I don’t trust my parents,” he says quietly, a hint of pain in his eyes.
“Me neither,” I mutter. “And I did not escape Jordan just to die here. We are not done here yet.”
He smiles. “We are not.”
