RAY
Well, here I was. Standing right next to a classy restaurant where my fate would either be sealed as that of great, or of negative. I was meeting with Brian, the most eligible bachelor and businessmen in this country.I began to sigh, wondering how this would go.
It was either going to be great, or terrible. I knew how men could be. Most of the time, they were too busy sticking their heads up their asses to care about what an omega they regarded as weak and helpless would have to say, but I prayed, at least before I stepped near the doorway, that he would be different.
I walked in, and the receptionist looked me over.
“You are?” she asked with a bland tone.
“Ray Anderson. I’m here to see Brian Hoffman?” I said to her.
She looked at the laptop in front of her and then back at me.
