He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 61

Wynta

She stood and watched as Jared was literally hauled away, with two sets of hands on him, and she heard him snap at them a few times, about he could walk on his own. They didn’t let go, and one of them actually replied, “Your own father requested you be marched from the premises.”

She knew it was all an act, because those two men, or warriors, couldn’t actually hold on to him if he didn’t want them to. He was Alpha–blooded and much stronger than they were, he was putting on one hell of an act here and now, humiliating himself for her, to save her reputation. That was actually interesting to her, she’d never seen an Alpha do that before.

She stood and watched him as he was unceremoniously shoved into that express elevator, and those four men got in after him. He looked right at her and pulled his phone out, and she heard hers chime a moment later after the doors closed. She was pretty certain it was him, and she’d get to it, in the privacy of her office.

She stood there, not really knowing what to do, but there was a lot of talk now, all about him being hauled away and that they couldn’t believe his own father would do that to him. Was Edward so harsh towards his own son?

Her eyes moved to Dwane, and although his sigh sounded every bit heavy and unhappy, he turned to the staff on the floor still milling around. “Today is not so good a day in my department, and just to clarify things for all of you, I am the one that does the hiring and firing of people in the marketing department, not Jared Hayes. He is in charge of investment contracts and deals, he has absolutely no say to do with what goes on with marketing. I am now responsible for getting to the bottom of this colossal mess. I’m going to read out a list of names and every one of you is going to make your way to my office for a discussion about today’s events here in this office.

“If you don’t show up, it will be seen as you are guilty, and I will act according to that. I understand it is close to knock off time. I suggest you all call your families and tell them you’re going to be late. If you have a legitimate reason to not attend, such as needing to pick up children from daycare, you will tell me and present yourself to my office at 9am sharp. If you’re not there, disciplinary actions will be taken.

“What happened today, as you’re now aware, has seen the CEO’s son fined… half a million dollars for his breach of the code of conduct and suspended from the office. Removed by security. Those of you involved will also be fined for a breach of the code of conduct for bullying and harassment, suspended for two weeks without pay and possibly fired,” he muttered.

“However, the fine for you will not be so large, but it is the company’s policy that you be fined 5% of your annual income.” He started handing out the policy documents about breaches of the code of conduct. “I’ve checked that. The median average income of this floor, if you’re not a supervisor, is around the 80 to 100K mark, so four to five thousand dollars is the fine coming your way.

“Remember I’m not your friend; I am your direct manager, as I am Ms Morgan’s. So don’t walk into my office and turn on the waterworks, it will not work on me. I expect you to come in and state the truth of your involvement. Leniency will be granted for those that can admit to their mistakes, but for those that try to deny it, you will be dismissed on the spot, as is the company policy.

“You all saw how harshly I dealt with Jamie; I will be no different with any of you. Being fined, or fired… These things can be avoided if Ms Morgan opts to accept a formal apology from those that are seen to be tarnishing her name.” He turned to look at Wynta, “You, Ms Morgan, make your way to the 10th floor and to my office. I will need to have words with you as well, about that complaint that was filed, and exactly what you want to do about it and those involved.”

“I didn’t file a complaint,” she stated.

“I’m aware it wasn’t you that made the complaint, you just decided to find a new job instead.” He shook his head. “Things can be managed in–house, if you go through the proper channels. I’m also aware of who made the official complaint. It was not anonymous. They themselves wanted all the gossip to stop; they thought it was horrible the way you were spoken of, to, and targeted directly… that person did name names, and the security footage will be checked. “He nodded. “Please make your way up to my office.”

She just nodded and walked off to the elevator. She didn’t need to collect her things, she’d come back for them afterwards. She wasn’t in a rush to go home. There was no one waiting for her. Unlike some of the staff on this floor, she wondered if it was all true. Had someone put in a formal complaint and if so, who was it?

Or was this just Jared and Dwane’s wolfen way of resolving the issue she had in the office? She sighed as she leaned on the wall in the elevator, and then she recalled the text that had come through. She pulled her phone out and clicked the message open. It was from Jared,” Did I suffer enough humiliation, for you to please let me call you Wynta again?”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head a little. She wanted to say no, but it was likely, in all those humans‘ eyes, he had done so. “How much of it was true, about your exile?” she asked in return.

She saw it get read right away. He was sitting around waiting for her to read his message and respond to it. “None, I left to get away from father’s meddling in my love life.”

She snorted and shook her head. “Can I do that?” she asked right back, so it wasn’t just her that Edward saw fit to try and find a Mate for.

“Hmm, not unless you want me to track you down and punish you for running away. I’d, however, enjoy that greatly, so feel free to bolt off, but be warned sweetheart, it’ll be one hour of punishment for every day I have to hunt you down.”

She rolled her eyes and got out of the elevator, on the 10th floor, closed her phone and refused to answer that message, the man was obsessed with punishing her… She kind of came to a standstill in the middle of the hallway as she thought about that, then just shook it off and let it go. She knew why he did it.

He was trying to stretch it out longer and longer each time, trying to push her past her own threshold and have her submit to him, so he could have her initiated into the pack, not that she didn’t think he wouldn’t follow through on his words. Bloody likely to take her in a hard, happy, eager thrust the minute she submitted to him.

She also had a feeling she’d bloody enjoy it and end up screaming his name as well, though was it worth it to her, submitting to him and being initiated by his father for just one night of s*x? No, it wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t going to submit to him and his game of punishment is pleasure, she could handle it. Just sort herself out after he left. Though that last time she’d just been exhausted and crashed out.

“Hmm, unfortunately, other than investigating and applying penalties, that is all I can do to those that work in your department, Wynta. I actually brought you up here just to get you off the floor for a bit of peace and quiet. No one up here will look at you like that.” He shrugged. She knew that just meant everyone up here was wolfen. “I will give you tomorrow off. I understand you’re moving to a new apartment on the weekend,” he stated.

She frowned at him with narrowed eyes now, and he chuckled softly. “It was registered with the company; I noted the address was all. It’s the same building I live in.”

“Don’t you live in the company’s apartment building?” Tallah asked.

“I do.” He nodded and smiled at her. “In one of the four penthouses, Wynta is moving to the third floor on Saturday, yes?” he asked, returning his attention to her.

“Yes,” she muttered, “though not by choice.”

Dwane chuckled. “Hmm, if I recall correctly, you had your had forced to move out of your shoebox.”

“I like my shoebox,” she muttered.

“Shoebox?” Tallah questioned.

“Hmm, she lives in a studio apartment barely bigger than her own office space, as is my understanding.” He shook his head. “I’m certain we pay you enough to live somewhere nicer.”

Tallah was just staring at her now, and seemed very shocked to hear that news. She shrugged it off. “It’s comfortable, and I don’t need much.” Was all she stated. “How long until I can go back to my office?”

She watched Dwane look at his watch and state, “You can go now. Everyone should be out there in the hall dreading coming in here. I doubt they’ll risk offending you on your way out, you might even get a few apologies as they try to save their job.”