The blood pack (Book five)

Chapter Seven

Trev

I paced back and forth in the small f*****g bedroom, hating it even more than when we first arrived. It had been three day, three agonising days and Dawn was still to even speak to me since she snapped and told me how I had been treating her. I was shocked at how angry the little submissive she wolf was, and to be honest, turned on as hell if it wasn’t for the words that she was saying.

I had f****d up, well and truly. My wolf was angry, I was angry, Dawn was angry. Even when I did see her, she would pretend I wasn’t there which only made my anger worse. Her scent was everywhere, making it harder and harder for me to not give in and throw myself at her, which would not go well given our current relationship.

Today, she had her interview at Tallen Corp. I didn’t want her to go, my wolf certainly didn’t want her to go. I was seconds away from pulling a Luke and tying her to the f*****g bed to stop her, but I couldn’t. I knew what she was doing was important, probably more than most.

About half an hour ago she had come in and grabbed some clothes, ignoring me as I laid topless in bed, willing for her to look at me, desperate for her to want me like I wanted her. I would have waited in the living room, if her scent wasn’t as strong as it was in there.

I heard the door to the bathroom open, taking that as my queue to rip open the bedroom door to come face to face with my obsession. She had a tight black pencil skirt that made her ass look f*****g fantastic, a bright pink shirt open with a black vest top underneath with “Every girls favourite code is Python.”, a small amount of breast peeking out over the top. My eyes slid down her fantastic body again, lingering on her smooth calves and black small heels. She was perfect, so f*****g perfect and I really did not want her to leave looking like that.

“What?” She hissed, making my eyes snap back to meet her own. “Are you going to comment about how I won’t get the job because of my clothes, or my hair?” I stood there, unable to speak, unable to think while she looked like this. She made a small huffing sound, grabbing her handbag from the sofa and turning to the door, my eyes unable to get off her ass. “Don’t wait up.” She called over her shoulder as she allowed the door to slam closed behind her.

Why didn’t I tell her to stay? Why didn’t I tell her how hot she looked, how I hated the fact that she was going to be going to an office full of s*x derived tech geeks looking like a goddess? Maybe she wouldn’t hire her. Maybe they would take one look at her geeky yet provocative t-shirt and send her packing. I had to hope so anyway, as that was the only thought that was stopping me from running after her and bringing her straight back here to be with me.

Dawn

I hated the way Trev was avoiding speaking to me. Not that I was exactly begging for a conversation with him either. I just couldn’t take the words that he was saying, coming from him. Of course my brothers and parents, except Nole, had gone ballistic when they saw the colour I chose to dye my hair, not understanding why anyone would want to have bright pink hair.

But it was me. I might not be able to show my happiness or joy to the world, my conversational techniques were lacking so much that I couldn’t explain my likes and interests to people. But I could wear the clothes that made me feel like the real Punky Princess, could dye my hair as bright as I wanted to show the edginess I felt inside. The fact it was coming from him, not liking the real me, it hurt more than I could explain.

More than that, I was angry that I still cared, that I still thought about how gorgeous he was, especially when he was laid on the bed, topless. I could swear he was doing it on purpose, showing me his firm pecs and abs, the defined v that led down below his jogging bottoms making me wonder what he was hiding down there. He laid there, his hands behind his head showcasing his impressive biceps, making me wish that they were wrapped around me as he pinned me to the bed, his hungry eyes promising me pleasure I had never imagined.

I shook my head, no, he was just being the same arrogant bastard he had always been and I had to get my head out of the clouds. I walked to the bus stop and waited for it to arrive. I had never learned how to drive, not needing to since I had spent all my life on pack territory where everything was within walking distance. It was nice to be out, but also strange in many ways. At the pack territory, everyone knew each other, or at least knew that they belonged there. Out here, I didn’t know anyone, and that strange feeling of going into a company where I knew some were not who they were supposed to be.

I got on the bus, taking a seat and staring out of the window as it set off. There was so much to see here, my eyes dancing around all the shops and buildings that seemed to be occupied mainly by humans. Even though they were aware of our existence, humans did not really feel comfortable mixing with my kind. Maybe if more humans spent time with us, there would not be as much hatred out there.

I pressed the button, waiting for the bus to come to a stop before I got off and walked the half block to the Tallen Corp offices. I could not help but stop, craning my neck to take in the magnificent structure. From the outside, it did not look like the cesspool of evil that I knew it was. The walls seemed to all be made of glass, the word Tallen Corp embossed on the side with what looked like the Talen of an eagle picking up the “o”. People in fancy suits flowed in and out of the building, acting like they belonged there. I looked down at my outfit, for the first time wondering if Trev was right. I could not let Nick down on this, I could not let everyone down.

I took a deep breath to settle my nerves, trying to summon on my inner Punky Princess as I let it out, walking up the few steps to the front door with purposeful strides. Act like you belong, and no one will believe you don’t. I walked through the glass door, heading straight to the receptionist behind her high desk. “My name is Dawn, I have an interview in the programming department.” The woman carried on typing away, seeming to be going for the old, if I don’t hear them, it will unnerve them. I cleared my throat making the woman make a clicking sound, showing her annoyance.

She rolled her eyes, looking through a diary on the computer before she turned to me. “Riley Bennet will be conducting your interview, tenth floor.” She told me, her lips pursing together as she looked me up and down before a sick smile spread on her face. Okay, so maybe this was the embodiment of evil and it was all summed up in this one woman. I took a deep breath, knowing it was unlikely the head of an organisation so complex as to capture and kill my kind was unlikely to work on reception, I turned and headed to the elevator.

I got on, followed by about five other people, all pressing various stops. The doors closed, the mixed scents of the humans being so close by was enough to make me want to heave, but I kept it down. I watched as the numbers changed, desperate to get off and all but throwing myself off as soon as I got to the tenth floor. I looked around, noting the lines of small cubicles in the center of the room, all the outer offices cutting off the daylight that I thought would fill the place, not that I minded given I was used to it working in Nick’s room.

“Dawn, is it?” A man in his late thirties asked as he stepped in front of me, a wide smile on his face. He was good looking, for a human, with short dark hair and only a small amount of stubble on his chin, reminding me of Trev. I shook my head, trying to get my mind off of him.

“Yes, I am here for an interview with Mr. Bennett.” I replied with a smile.

The man's eyes travelled up and down my body, lingering on my t-shirt, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “That is me, come this way.”

I followed Riley through the office, noting how the majority of workers here seemed to be men. Not that I was surprised. Nick had told me about the stigma around girls and computers being even worse in the human world than it was in our own. Riley walked over to a small room, standing to one side so that I could walk in front of him. There were three men in the room, all in fancy ties and suits, all jumping to their feet as I walked inside as if they had never seen a woman before.

“Now that everyone is here, we will start with the interviews.” Riley announced. “There will be two parts to this, a small face to face interview, and a programming test. Do not worry about the interview, it is just so that we can get to know our employees a bit better, the main basis for hiring someone will be made off of the programming section.” The whole time Riley spoke, his eyes stayed on me, as if I was the only person in the room. I had to admit, it made me feel more uncomfortable than reassured.

Riley walked us over to three unoccupied cubicles, instructing each of us to sit and log on using our guest logins that were written on a small piece of paper by the machine. “There is a programme saved on the N drive of the computer. You will need to use your knowledge of visual basic coding to correct the error in the code. You have a maximum of one hour.” As I opened up the N drive to find the programme, I felt Riley come up behind me. “Let’s see if you know VB as well as I bet you know Python, hum.” He growled, making me shiver with disgust.

As I felt him move away, I shook my head and got back to work, opening up the programming and clicking run to see what I was working with. It seemed like a basic database structure, but there was an error message saying it was not working properly. I went back into the code window, reading through line after line, noticing a few notation errors and incorrectly defined domains. I made the corrections, finding more and more small things that were wrong as I kept going. Was this seriously just a test of finding all the small errors? I could have trained a monkey to do this.

By the sound of the guy two cubicles down from me, he was not faring too well. Probably trying to run the programme after correcting every one of these tiny errors and getting more and more frustrated at wasting time still getting the error message. I finally got to the end of the code, making a few more corrections before saving and running the programme, finding that it worked without coming up with an error. I smiled triumphantly, noticing it had only taken twenty minutes. I went back to adding annotations to the code to break down what each if and search statement was actually doing, changing the colour, font and layout of the database search so it was more my cup of tea. Why they had chosen such a basic programming code like VB to test people on was beyond me.

“I’m done.” I yawned, turning around in my swivel chair before pushing up and stretching, seeing over the cubicle edge at the sneering faces of the other applicants.

Riley came over, standing way too close for my comfort as he lent over and looked over the programme, laughing to himself as the search screen loaded up bright pink with animated sparkles. “This was not part of the assignment.” He told me as he opened up the code, looking through my annotations that appeared in bright green. “But I have to admit I’m impressed. How about you go and have a cup of coffee, give the boys some time to finish.”

I nodded my head, turning and seeing the way they still stared at me with hatred as I walked back to the room we had been in before, settling in with a large cup of coffee as I smiled. Looked like I was more likely to get the job than I thought.