The Alpha's Mate Who Cried Wolf novel Chapter 20

"What if they refuse to wait and enter your office?" I ask. 

"Use your common sense, do what you must just don't let them in," he says. 

"Okay," I say, exhaling and visualising all plausible scenarios in my mind.

"If you need to call a client, this screen has all client details. This screen here is your diary to book my clients. I have access to it on my laptop," he explains.

"Brooke is my assistant downstairs. Call her. Her number is on the desk if you need anything," he says. 

"Okay."

"I'll get her to bring you a skirt-suit, blouse, pantyhose, and court shoes. There is a staff bathroom down the hall to the right. Have a shower, get changed, and put some makeup on," he says, smiling before leaving.

"Okay," I say, smiling at his hospitality. Ten minutes later, Brooke comes upstairs with a cream blouse, navy skirt-suit, black pantyhose, and black court shoes in my size.

"Hello, I believe these are for you," she says, smiling. "I'm Brooke."

"Brooke, nice to meet you. I'm Astrid. Thank you," I say, taking the outfit from her. Brooke is slim, petite, and has blonde hair and blue eyes. She wears a navy skirt suit too. 

"I have to go now, but if you need anything, call me," she says, smiling and going downstairs. I go into the bathroom, shower, and admire the gorgeous corporate attire, hanging it on a hook. The hot water stings parts of my skin but feels glorious. It is precisely what I need after an exhausting morning. I push my feet into the black pantyhose and pull them up over my hips, letting the black elasticised waistband rest on my stomach. They're not too tight, and they fit perfectly. I step into the navy skirt and zip it. It fits me perfectly, like a glove. The cream blouse is silk. I tuck it into the top of the waist-high skirt and revel in how it feels against my skin.

I push my arms into the structured sleeves of the gorgeous navy blazer and step into the court shoes, which are my size. There is a brush and a bag of cosmetics under the bathroom sink. Once I brush my hair, I scoop it up into a scrunched bun before applying some foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and red lipstick and look at myself in the mirror. I feel and look good. My old clothes, socks, and shoes are on the Bathroom Vanity. With one final coat of red lipstick on my lips, I stuff the gold-encased lipstick into my blazer pocket and push the bathroom door open.

I'm just about to sit at the desk when a man enters. I know him straight away to be James, John's twin brother. He looks me up and down like I'm a snack and whistles.

"You accepted Dad's job offer, I see," he says with a grin. 

"I did. It's a pleasure to meet you, James," I politely say. 

"The pleasure is all mine," he says, taking my hand and kissing it. He winks at me and walks to the office to the right of Zeniths before stopping and turning to look at me. 

"In case you are unsure, this is my office. The one on the other side of Dad's is John's. So, we work together sometimes in Dad's office," he says, smiling.