-Bruce-
Quinn and I were working together in the office, managing assignments that a leading Alpha could easily handle. My father had been preparing me more and more to take charge. As we worked, I heard footsteps approaching, and a moment later, my father opened the door. We turned to him, and he greeted us with a small smile.
“Quinn, can I speak to my son alone?” he asked.
“Of course, Alpha,” Quinn replied, rising from his chair and leaving the room. However, he exchanged quick glances with me, indicating that my father’s request for privacy was likely for a serious matter.
Quinn silently wished me luck before departing, and my father closed the door behind him. He then poured himself a glass of alcohol before joining me, sitting across from me at the desk.
“How’s work going?” he in
