2| Secretary
1551 Words
| Micah |
While the business had been started by my father, as Alpha of the Silver Fern Pack, after my eldest brother Jonah took over the pack, he owned it. He had begrudgingly made me CEO when I turned twenty, but kept me on a tight leash. To say we had a strained relationship was an understatement.
I was actually technically a sworn in member of my second eldest brother, Caleb's pack, the Winding River Pack, that he was the Alpha of- though I hadn't been there since I was a kid. I've lived in the human world for the last few years now.
As the second youngest of eight, and the youngest son, I'd always figured I'd have a mundane life. Jonah, as the eldest, was our parents' heir. The rest of us should have been free from the obligation of a pack. I should have been.
Turned out as a male alpha wolf, we were often fated to a Luna. My four eldest brothers ended up as pack Alpha's- spread out over northern America. I'd narrowly escaped a similar fate.
I was better suited to this.
“Oh,” Tiffany lifted her face from my lap, “You have a meeting at three.”
I grunted an acknowledgement, sighing as she placed her mouth back around my s*x.
That was only a few minutes away. She was a terrible secretary, but great in the sack. I'd hired her because she needed the job, thinking she'd get better with time, but she had stalled in her improvements and now I just felt bad about having to let her go so I was putting it off. Our fooling around didn't help matters but she wasn't trying for anything more than the dalliances we had now.
I let my head fall back as she sucked and drew on my c**k. Her brunette head bobbed on me.
The phone rang, me grabbing it while Tiffany still worked.
“Hello,” I kept my voice even as I answered.
“Micah?”
I sat up in my seat. s**t. I waved Tiffany away.
“Jonah, hi.” f**k. I hastily put myself away. “How have you been? Your Luna, the kids?”
I scrambled to get the details of this meeting up.
“They're good. They would like to see their uncle.” he said it with disappointment. Like every time I spoke with him.
I winced at his words and the agenda for this meeting.
Tiffany was standing with uncertainty. She had a concerned look on her face, noticing my own worry. I gave her a small smile to show her everything was okay and motioned for her to leave. She closed the door softly on her way out.
“Oh, I'm sure our busy schedules can line up soon.” I did everything I could to stay away from the packs.
“So,” Jonah started.
“Right,” I cleared my throat. “So you saw the acquisition proposal-”
“Micah,” he cut me off. My eyes clenched. “The return isn't high enough-”
“Not for the first three years, but if we-”
“It's a no,” my brother said definitively.
My jaw tensed. This was the problem with there not being an overarching board. I could convince businessmen of this venture, just not one of my pigheaded Alpha brothers.
“What about the request for a new fleet?” We had business vehicles and they were old, newer cars would make us look better when we were working with our clients.
“Next year,” was Jonah’s reply. He sounded a little distracted for a second. “And then, you can upgrade half the fleet- only those that are actually client facing.”
“Is there a yes to any of my requests?” I asked snarkily. It was hard not to let my bratty baby brother voice out, but gods be damned- my eldest brother got under my skin like no other.
“Your recommendation on the new VP of advertising is accepted.”
I rolled my eyes. I'd already hired them.
“Everything else is a no.”
“What if I-”
He cut me off immediately, “That's all Micah.”
A touch of his Alpha strength came through his voice, and even with my retreated wolf, I felt the annoying closure of any argument against his word.
The call essentially wrapped up after that. I gave him updates on a few key business metrics- everything looking good.
“f**k!” I cursed after I hung up the call. I looked around my office. I instantly felt weighed down. I'd now have to break it to my executive team that our requests had been declined. They were already frustrated with having such a young and inexperienced CEO- it didn't matter that I had turned us around to actually be profitable, they didn't trust yet I had what it took. They never said anything, but I could feel it, my hidden alpha-ness still of benefit to instinctively feel more than I saw.
I still had my wolf, Asher, he just didn't talk to me anymore. I had irrevocably damaged my relationship to my wolf years ago. I could still shift, but he didn't take the lead.
I closed my eyes and took a series of deep breaths. Without opening my eyes, I reached forward and pressed the button to call Tiffany at her desk.
“Yes, sir?” She answered seductively. I was no longer in the mood though.
“Please get the exec team together this afternoon,” I pinched the bridge of my nose, a headache already forming. “Attendance mandatory and we'll need a few hours.”
I could hear Tiffany madly typing. She tried to sound official but just came across all playboy bunny again. “Yes, sir. Right away sir.”
I checked the meeting invite when she sent it, seeing she missed two people. I forwarded on and dropped her a note to remind her. Again.
Jesus wept. I always liked that human saying. I liked a lot of human sayings, having spent so much time with them working in their world. It had a nice ring to it and this felt like a moment for me.
~*~
The meeting was rough. I even had a threat to quit. Thankfully my exec team were the best there was, and we were able to pivot and work through how we could address our challenges in other ways. And even found some fancy accounting we could do to free up funds for items we really had no other options, than what my brother had just declined.
I offered dinner and drinks afterwards, but they were all more than ready to be home with their loved ones.
I worked late with Tiffany to finalise the minutes and action list, her note taking abysmal.
I was feeling pretty down by the time I started to head home, a sense of dread settling in my stomach the whole journey, as I made my way to my lonely, empty apartment.
We were a block away when I decided I wasn't ready to be home yet. "Take me to Delinquents instead."
My driver acknowledged the change in destination, smoothly changing directions to go to the club.
Delinquents was a high end bar- it mainly catered to non-human, with the occasional human in the know.
Chloe, the head girl greeted me as I arrived, her usual smile sitting well on her handsome face. “Micah, we don't usually see you on a Monday.’
No, I thought, I'm not usually this burnt out right off the bat.
She lead me to a booth, a waitstaff coming out of nowhere with my liquor within minutes. I selected one of my whiskeys, the waitstaff pouring it for me and then leaving the bottle. All my liquor was werewolf strength, otherwise I'd have to consume three times as much to even touch the sides.
A jazz band was on, playing lilting tunes with a female lead singer crooning at us.
“Welcome back, Micah,” the owner, Jasper, was doing the rounds. “Always a pleasure to have you- though, didn't we see you only last night?”
I lifted my glass to him, “Couldn't stay away.”
He beamed at me, his purple irises glinting in the light. “We'd be glad to have you every night.”
I'm sure you would, I thought dryly. Instead I smiled warmly back. Jasper was a witch. I knew he had ties to criminal enterprises but I didn't get involved in that side of things- except to imbibe on occasion.
"Who's the new singer?" I asked coyly, watching as she caressed the mic, her slinky blue dress showing off her curves.
Jaspers grin widened, "She's good, isn't she? I could introduce you later."
I nodded, liking how the light played across her face, and bare skin to her low neckline.
“You after anything stronger tonight?”
I tensed. That hadn't been my intent. I just wanted a drink, and didn't want to get drunk at home by myself. I was here now though…
“What are my options?”
~*~
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