Zane;
My Boss stares out of the window, with his legs crossed and a novel resting loosely in his hands. Staring at him now, one would think he's a gentle man simply sitting by a window, enjoying a novel.
But the oppressive pheromones dense in the air is so strong that despite being a Beta, I can barely breathe. Which makes me pity the helpless Omega collapsed on the floor beside him.
"Please, sir— forgive me." She croaks, and Boss pauses.
He closes the book in his hands and returns his gaze to the abandoned high-rise in the distance.
"You were to call him this morning, were you not?" He finally speaks with that icy calmness his voice always carries when he's enraged.
"Yet, you have the nerve to tell me it skipped your mind? What if he jumped!?" He speaks again, and his anger finally bleeds into his voice.
"I'm sorry— I'm sorry," The young woman croaks, choking on his pheromones, and I look away.
"I know you are. But it's not enough." He replies, and fresh tears escape her eyes as she begins to turn pale.
He calmly stands up, buttoning his suit, and then he turns to me. As his silver eyes lock on me, breath abandons my lungs, and my heart skips a beat. I quickly drop my gaze.
"She should be laid off by morning. I don't deal with useless people." He speaks as he loosens his tie and walks in my direction, and I keep my head bowed.
"I have a family meeting tonight. Once we're there, turn on your timer. Come up with some excuse, so I can leave in exactly one hour. Nothing more… nothing less. I can't stand that fucking house. While at it, make sure everything is set for his interview tomorrow." He continues as he drops his novel in my extended hands and walks past me, out of the room. I nod once again.
"Yes, Alpha,"
*******
Ethan;
I nervously adjust my collar as I stare at the massive skyscraper towering above me. Anu insisted I wear a suit, and now, I'm sweating like hell.
Even the inhibitor path I wore to suppress my pheromone is getting soaked.
I stay rooted to the spot, knees weak, and mouth dry. I just might turn around… but if I go back home and tell Anu that, she'll drag me back here by the ear.
I can do this. I'm a graduate, for fucks sake. How do I get nervous about entering an office, but not stripping in front of so many eyes!?
I can do this!
I walk up the stairs and allow myself into the building. Even though I can feel my heart beating in my fucking ass, I keep moving.
I get to the front desk, and the young lady there looks up at me with such a huge smile, I feel some of my worry dissipate.
"Hello, sir. Welcome to Thean Tech. How can we be of service to you today?" She questions in a gentle voice, and I take a deep breath.
"I—I was invited for an interview?" I reply, and she nods as she starts typing on the keyboard in front of her, and string at the computer screen.
"What time?" She questions, and I clear my throat.
"2 pm," I respond, and she quickly looks back up at me like I just said something wrong.
"Is… something the matter?"
Before she can respond, a brown haired lady dressed in a blue dress marches towards me.
"You must be the one for the janitor's position? Come with me." She says, pointing at me, and I blink.
Janitor??
"N-no…" The lady begins the counter, tries to speak as she reaches out to her colleague, but the blue dress lady is already fast ahead, and I quicken my pace in utter confusion.
We get to a waiting room, and without looking up at me or asking me to sit, she demands as she flips through the file in her hands,
"What's your qualification?"
"I…I'm an accounting graduate… with a 4.01 CGPA…" I reply, and she looks up at me with creased brows.
"And you're here to be a janitor??" She demands, and I swallow.
Quite frankly, I don't know what I'm here for.
"What was your last job?" She asks, and I freeze.
She raises a brow, and I look down at my hands.
"Erm… I was an… entertainer." I whisper shamefully, and there's silence.
When I peek up, I see disgust clear as day on her face.
"N-not like that… I was a dancer…" I try to defend myself, and she scoffs.
"Striper. You were a stripper." She spits, and I gulp.
"What makes you think Thean Tech is after people with such disgusting history?!" She demands, and my heart pauses.
"You were a stripper, and you walked in here requesting a job. You thought just cause it's the position of a janitor, we'd accept just anyone? The nerve of you, Omegas." She spits, and I shut my eyes, struggling to still my mind as I feel my pheromones slipping through the patch.
"You could have opened an OnlyFans if you were so desperate to—" She continues, and just as I'm about to lose it, a voice calls through a speaker hanging on one of the walls.
"Amanda!!" She jerks and turns to the speaker. I follow her gaze and see a CCTV camera beside the speaker.
"Me. Zane…?" She whispers under her breath in what seems to be fear, and I raise a brow.
"HR's office. Now!" The voice demands, and she stares frozen at the speaker and camera, while I struggle to control my pheromones.
I can't change the patch here, and I can't let my fucking pheromones leak in a place like this. It'll be disastrous.
I watch the rude lady walk out, and just as she leaves, a young man steps in and sits where she was sitting.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Ethan. Sorry about that." He greets and apologises, and I try to force a smile.
"You're hired." He then adds, and my brows crease.
"Pardon?"
"Your starting pay will be $50,000 annually, plus a yearly performance bonus." He says, and my eyes bulge.
"PARDON!?"
"You also get housing support, travel allowance, private medical insurance, wardrobe allowance, and 24/7 availability compensation, among other bonuses, which sum up to about $350,000 and $500,000 a year, depending on your performance." He continues like he didn't hear me, and now, my heart completely stops
24/7 availability compensation!?
Wardrobe– travel– and did he just say $350,000 to $500,000!??? FOR BEING A JANITOR!?
"All to be paid up front as soon as you go through and sign the employment contract." The young man adds, but I just stare at him with wide eyes.
He sighs and stands up.
"I see you still need time to make up your mind. The contract will be sent to your mail before the close of today. You have the entire weekend to think about this offer. If you agree, your job will start at dawn on Monday. If you do not reach out before then, we will assume you are uninterested and will withdraw the offer. Thank you." He adds with a deep bow, and as he walks out, what I fear happens.
My pheromones flood the room in worry.
All these benefits for a janitor???
Just to mop and clean floors!?