"Alpha, he has spoken." Trying not to sound enthusiastic even though I am, I said, "Really, what did he say?" Bradley looked anywhere else but me. He was either frightened by my appearance or nervous, probably both. "Not much." 'Not much', said a lot, but I would let it slide, mostly because he was the last in Bennett's line. While he waited for a response like my good PA, I cleared my desk, shoving folders and envelopes into a corner. That would come back and bite me in the arse, but there were more important things to deal with, taking my frazzled appearance as an example. "Bradley, do you have a mirror?" He seems startled by my question but quickly recovered his cool like the perfect gentleman he was. "No, alpha, but I can get one for you." "And disappear for the rest of the day?" Standing up, I planted myself in front of him, making sure he got a good look at me, I continued. "No Bradley, it doesn't work that way. Now tell me how do I look?" His look was one of
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