Caly’s POV
"Who the hell designs a six-floor packhouse without an elevator?" I moan to anyone who will listen.
"It would make people lazy," the Alpha grunts out, unamused.
"What about drunks? What about high heels? The injured, pregnant women, strollers, is there no sympathy for anyone? Furniture delivery, food carts, janitors? Shouldn't there be at least a service elevator?"
"Maybe, but then I would have to keep the keys away from Omega's whining about their choice of shoes," He says with a smirk.
I sit on the second stair and peel off my shoes. Colin rolls his eyes because I will once again be roaming the house barefoot. I motion for him to give me a hand up.
"Tired already?" Stavros asks.
'Let me throw a shoe at him. Right between the eyes.' Athena even conjures the image fo
