“Okay,” says Ty, flipping a switch. A green light turns on. “The client has asked for a short pre-processing meeting in advance to make sure that you’re a good fit.” “All of this stuff,” she waves a hand over the electronic mess, “ensure that you can’t trace him, and that both of your voices will b
Finally, after what feels like an endless list of my credentials, I get Victor talking about his goals for the sessions use the opportunity to quietly freak out. I put my hand over the phone’s receiver and turn my face away, breathing deeply as my mind spins, trying to figure out my next step. I sh
“The client wants to stay remote for the foreseeable future, and anonymous, until he feels really comfortable. Some of these celebrities never want to reveal their identities, despite all the nondisclosures you’ve signed and will continue to sign.” She tucks her phone away and shrugs. “I get it, the
When Victor opens the door, I burst out laughing. I can’t help it. Before me stands one of the most powerful Alphas in the country, his shirt covered in stickers and juice stains, glitter on his face and even a little purple marker smudged across his chin. He scowls at me mightily, filling up the
The boys rush off, relief clear on their faces. They think they’ve gotten away with it. “How do you do that,” Victor says, shaking his head as he watches them run away. “they…listened to you. Responded in clear, human English…” “Oh they’re not so bad,” I say. “You just have to stay one step ahead
“Bed?!” I call out to the boys, surprised by their request. “It’s only…7 o’clock. You haven’t even had dinner!” “Bed, bed!” the two boys shout, leaping to their feet and running around the pool. “Let’s go to bed!” “Okay,” I say, shrugging. “Sorry Victor,” I say, turning to him. “Looks like the boy
“Evelyn?” He turns to me and I blink, realizing suddenly that I’ve been staring. “Yeah!” I say, slipping back into the pool and swimming over to the shallow end, where I pull off my pumps and climb out. “Alvin, Ian,” I say sternly, making my way over to all three. “That was unacceptable. You owe V
“Ohhhh no you don’t,” I say, laughing anxiously. I start to stand up but Alvin lunges for me and grabs my hand. “Come on, mama, we want to hear the story!” Alvin looks up at me with big brown eyes, hard to resist. “Yes, mama! We want to hear daddy’s side!” Ian stays curled up next to his father, c