Chapter 359
Daphne
I watch the clip of some random talk show, on my phone under my desk.Alex is beaming, one hand resting on his rounded belly, the other gesturing as he talks about the joys of impending fatherhood.
Well. They didn't hesitate.
The "accidental mating" is now a love story. The public is eating it up.
I hide a yawn behind my hand.
I hide a yawn behind my hand. The meeting is dreadful—something about foreign exchange, scholarship programs, international relations. The men around the table speak in circles, using twenty words when five would do.
They talk about "cultural bridges" and "economic opportunities" and other phrases that mean nothing.
I don't know why Damien is so interested in this. Personally, I think there will be major backlash. He's coming off as majorly progressive, but what's the message? He's building connections with a country that treats its Omegas like shit?
Well. None of my business.
This is the last thing I'll do for him.
