Body Swap With My Alpha Mate

Chapter 5 - Alpha Stanford

*Ophelia*

As she shut the door she began to whistle. Alfonses' eyes boggled. "Ah....boss, your in a good mood..?" 

Ophelia looked Alfonse up and down. She never noticed before but he was a good looking man. 

"Am I not normally?" Alfonse looked taken aback.

"Ah....uh hmm. Shall we talk about your morning schedule sir?" Ophelia blew out an exasperated sigh. 

"Yes yes, get on with it...." Alfonse began to rattle off what she was supposed to do for the day. 

"Your meeting with the board is scheduled in an hour's time. I've printed out the information as well as this month's progress report..." 

Ophelia yawned. "Blah blah. Let's just get on with it." 

Alfonse still tapped away at his tablet. 

"Ah...sir...later your father has scheduled some...dates with some women to see if they are your potential mates...." 

Ophelia stopped in her tracks. She thought to herself. 'this guy..I thought I was his...uh..mate thingy? What does that even mean?' 

She forgot that she now shares a mind with Angelos wolf who replied. "You are our mate beautiful. Let me handle this one..." Apollo took over. "Alfonse don't worry about anymore dates. Tell my father I've found my mate." Ophelia could feel a proud smile plastered on her face. Alfonse stumbled over his words. "Ah...but...yes...sir...I'm..uh..what is the ladies name?" Apollo puffed out his chest. "Her name is Ophelia." Ophelia giggled in their mind as Alfonses' jaw dropped. "That..that women from the accident?" 

Apollo nodded. "Yes. It's her...." Apollo put his hands in their pants pockets and strutted out the foyer onto the street while they waited for the limo. 

He said in his mind. "Don't worry my love, my human maybe an i***t, but I am not. Let me do the meeting. You just relax, have a little sleep in our mind." 

Ophelia gladly sat back, watched and admired Apollo. He was so cool.

Alfonse turned on the projector and figures popped out onto the screen. Apollo checked the figures on the laptop that was Infront of him. Ophelia started to tune out. "....bad publicity...." "....internet trolls...." "...Compensation...." "...Tango company..." 

Ophelia suddenly heard a familiar name. 

"Wait...Apollo, what are they saying about the Tango company..?" Apollo cooed to his mate. "calm yourself little one. The Tango company are wanting to sue us for breech of contract because our company didn't provide enough security and someone was murdered and confidential information was leaked. Nothing for you to worry about, my love." 

"Apollo, I'm aware of the murder case because my firm is in charge of the prosecution!" 

Apollo thought for a minute. "Maybe you will be of some use...tell me all you know..." 

Ophelia sighed. "That I can't do. I'm... well I was... supposed to be the lead prosecutor and it would be unethical of me to divulge any information about the case to you." She proudly puffed out her chest. 

Apollo chortled. "Ok, ok. Calm down little lady. I have to get back to concentrating on the meeting, as fun as it is to talk to you.." he closed their link and it was quiet. Ophelia sighed. She wondered how Angelo was going in her body.

After the meeting finished, Apollo gave control back to Ophelia. "It's your turn little lady. I'm going to rest now." Ophelia smiled. Alfonse came up behind her. 

" Sir, I know you told me to cancel your lunch with your father, but her still wishes to see you." Ophelia sighed. "Fine. Let's go then." Alfonse led the way to the limo and they both got in. He barked directions to a savvy restaurant. It took five minutes to get there. The driver put down the petition screen. "Sirs, we are here." Alfonse adjusted his suit. "Thankyou John. Wait for us, we will be half an hour at most."

Alfonse shifted towards the door. He got out first and then picked up his tablet. "sir, your father has made a reservation, so we should hurry inside." 

Ophelia was getting nervous. Her own parents died when she was younger, so she had no idea how to address this man who was Angelos' father. 

She slid towards the door and stepped out of the limo. She adjusted the suit and walked towards the restaurant. She heard Alfonse following along behind. 

They got to the reservation desk and the waiter was standing up straight and with a slight Italian accent he said, "hello sirs, do you have a reservation?" 

Ophelia looked closely at the stuffy waiter. His uniform was crisp and clean. He had a mustache that was neatly trimmed and dull brown eyes. Under his scrutiny, Ophelia cleared her throat. "Uh hmm. Ah yes, our reservation is under my father's name." 

The waiter again looked her up and down. "And your father's name is..?" Ophelia drew a blank and stuttered. "Oh...um..." It was then that alfonse stepped forward. "Our reservation is under Mr Stanford." The waiter scrolled down the list. 

"Ah yes, right this way gentlemen." 

They followed along behind the waiter, who brought them to a table, where a man was sitting reading a newspaper. As the waiter directed them to sit down the other man folded the newspaper and took his glasses off. Ophelia took a good look at the man. He looked to be in his sixties with white hair neatly combed back. He has piercing blue eyes and a scowl on his face. He was wearing a neat black suit, white shirt and a red tie. 

Alfonse spoke first. "Mr Stanford, it's good to see you looking well." He waved Alfonses' response. "yes, yes, thankyou Alfonse. That will be all." 

Alfonse nodded to the older man and then he retreated a small distance away. Ophelia gulped. 

The old man looked her up and down. "It's been a while son. How have you been?" Ophelia decided tontake a careful approach with this man. "Ah.. I've been busy. You know how it is." The old man nodded and sat back in his chair. "Hope you don't mind. I already ordered our lunch." He waved a waiter over. "I'd like a red wine with our lunch if you will." The waiter bowed before scurrying off to fetch a bottle. 

The old man looked down his nose. "you don't seem yourself today Angelo." Ophelia squared her shoulders. "Ah you know how it is. Work, work, work." 

The old man narrowed his eyes. "Yes. I'm well aware. You never come home. Your mother misses you. You need to grow up one of these days. I'll find you a suitable Luna. Then you can both lead our pack so I can retire. I have a question for you." He leant forward and tapped his fingers on the table. "Alfonse told me you've found your mate..." Ophelia took a sharp breath in. 'crap now what do I say?' 

"Hmm hmm. Yes I did by happenstance. Her name is Ophelia. She is a lawyer." 

The old man again tapped his fingers on the table.

"Good, and when do I meet this tenacious she wolf?" 

"Ah...about that..." The old man leant forward. "What? Why are you hesitating?" Ophelia decided that it's best to rip the band-aid off and let Apollo deal with the aftermath. "Ah....she's...human..." She closed her eyes waiting for a bad response. 

The old man was quiet but then the waiter came with the bottle of wine. As he waved the waiter off Ophelia slowly opened her eyes one at a time. The old man poured a glass of wine for himself before he replied. "I see...well... you'll just have to reject her. We need a strong Luna not a weak human." The old man gulped down some wine. 

Ophelia was steaming. 'who is this old foggy calling weak?' right then some plates were put in front of them. The old man put down his wine glass and said in a pompous voice. "eat your lunch, I'll organise for you to meet some new she wolves from neighbouring packs, see if you like any of them." 

He waved at their lunch before he fluffed out a napkin and placed it over his lap. Ophelia huffed before she stood up. "I'm suddenly not hungry. I'm going back to the office. Alfonse, let's go." She turned around and gestured to Alfonse. As they were leaving however the old man had his last say. 

"If you don't agree to these Luna meetings, I'll find another person who isn't ungrateful to take your place as the next Alpha." Apollo felt the sting and he clenched their fists. Ophelia tried to calm him down while they walked out of the restaurant.