Trevor
I had spent the entire afternoon cooped up in my office doing a lot of paperwork that I purposely put off, and it had finally caught up to me because it needed to be done by tomorrow.
One of our gate guards, Dawson, and his mate, Regina, had requested a bigger home from a studio to a two-bedroom townhome. They had just welcomed their first pup and needed a bigger place. Although they had requested one of the townhomes that was closer to the packhouse, there weren’t any vacancies, and he would be a lot further from his job at the gate, so Jaxon had suggested moving them to the east side of the territory. That way, he would still be close to work, but a bit closer to the packhouse.
I was looking through their request forms and saw that Regina also noted that she would like to work
