Morning at work.
Neville felt something was wrong the moment he stepped out of the anti-grav lift.
Not wrong like the normal workplace chaos, but wrong in the way that a room full of people who were clearly talking three seconds ago suddenly became silent.
These people turned their heads at the same time. He could feel dozens of pairs of eyes tracking him as he crossed the lobby. He even saw a woman from the logistics department actually nudging her colleague and pointing with her chin.
He blinked twice before picking up his pace. He headed straight for the secretarial department, keeping his expression neutral while he internally screamed.
He didn't even make it through the door when Sarah hit him like a guided missile.
She appeared out of nowhere and grabbed both of his arms. She hauled him sideways into the break area with a strength that was frankly alarming. It made him become conscious that Sarah was also an alpha.
"Hope."
"Good morning to you too, Sarah—"
