He had said there was no need to talk about that night, but he, who was now, opened the discussion about what had happened until we were in the same bed that night.
The question was still the same: what I'd done last time to be in his room. If I had been there and just sleeping and undressed, he would still have the right to question it. However, what had happened was that he had been fucking me knowingly. He was enjoying it and... I couldn't forget how his expression made him look so sexy.
Shit! No, no! I shouldn't remember that incident again, which would make my head keep filling up about him. Should I stop this conversation?
"How did you have your day?" asked the well-built man, who was now busy with the files on his desk. He didn't turn to me but seemed to deliberately hide his face from me.
"Excuse me, which part are you referring to, Sir? Did you want to ask me what I was thinking after I woke up and found you jerking your cock into my puss?" Woe, woe, woe! What did I just say? He could have gone berserk and fired me. But how could I go back on what I'd already said? "I-I mean–" Damn!
He didn't interrupt but looked at me with a gaze I couldn't quite translate. However, it didn't last long because he returned to examining the papers afterward.
"Well done, Ms. Foxx. However, your words had no effect on me whatsoever. You still haven't changed. If you feel like you've been wronged and want to fight back, don't be afraid like you were just now," he said, which made me flinch. What was he talking about? "I've checked everything. Some I've signed, but one submission is a little off."
Okay, I guessed he had forgotten what I had said. Now, he looked at me seriously, and the discussion of work began.
"The client wants us to assist in legalizing the ownership of the land, while according to the proof letter he has attached, some of the numbers of land he listed belong to another pack. However, he claims that it is fraudulent. What do you think about this?"
I was stunned for a while, then turned my head to the paper he handed me to examine. He was a senior and had just completed a master's degree from a top law school. Asking me about something I hadn't studied at all wasn't right. He must be testing me right now.
"Um, can I check what's in the application letter myself? I need to study before–"
"What if you don't have time?"
"Wh-what?"
"This man asked us to come see him today after lunch. Studying a case in a matter of hours won't make you good. Apply what you've learned and prove that your extraordinary point in your law school isn't a hoax. That's the way to really show your strengths. You must want to take revenge on them," he said. I was about to respond, but my throat felt constricted. "Show that you can even surpass their level despite being an omega."
What? How did he know that I wanted to avenge the mistreatment of my old pack members? Was he just guessing, or had he heard stories from others? It had to be Tabitha. She knew so much about me before we even shook hands to get to know each other.
I actually wanted to ask her the same question—how could she know so much about me. However, that was no longer important. The most crucial thing was the possibility that it could have been her who told Mr. Levy all the information about me. Maybe it was for the company's sake because I was his assistant, so it was only right that he knew what he should know.
Yes, it must be like that.
"Don't be a smartass! You don't know anything about me, and what do you mean I've never changed and am still the same? I don't even know you apart from the night you asked me to forget." I let out another sharp sentence that I didn't regret at all this time. He had to know where his place was. However, he was unmoved, and it looked like my words were nothing. "I-I'll get everything we need ready to meet the client."
"And I want you to handle it. I'll just supervise. So, whatever the question is, it's your responsibility to answer it and come up with the right solution. Prove that my father hasn't misjudged your performance so far."
***
"I'm sorry to bother you. Would you like to have lunch with me?" asked Tabitha, who then held up the lunchbox she was carrying. She was a charming Asian girl with milky-white skin, rosy cheeks, and short jet-black hair. Her body was slender, and she looked chic in any style and color of clothing. While I... "I brought a plus one."
She didn't wait for my reply but immediately pulled me along with her to the pantry room to enjoy the food she had brought, while I had only bought a portion of a burger and was reluctant to eat even a bite.
She thrust a box at me, then opened it right in front of me with a sweet smile.
"I made one for you on purpose. I hope you like it. It's my mom's family specialty. Dad really likes everything Mom makes. So I thought you'd like it if I cooked the same."
I ate the food even though it was a little awkward. Tabitha seemed to be waiting for my reaction. I gasped and immediately mumbled something that made her smile with relief. However, after just a few mouthfuls, The Boss came and ruined the atmosphere.
"Get ready immediately. We're leaving now," he ordered, which made me get up quickly. I didn't have time to say thank you to Tabitha other than a wave of the hand, which made her nod, but with a confused look.
I followed Mr. Levy's vast strides overwhelmingly, boarding the car he drove himself, but several men in black suits riding in other vehicles seemed to follow.
"Who are those people, Sir?" I asked, quite disconcerted at how they seemed to be following and squeezing our car. "Are they bad people?"
"Take it easy, Ms. Foxx. They're just a small part of the backup plan we have. I don't want any bastards to make our job harder," he replied, focusing on the steering wheel and the busy road before him. At the same time, I repeatedly looked back and hoped that the backup plan Mr. Levy was referring to would never become that thing because if it did, it would mean the client was making trouble.
Speaking of backup plans, I'd never heard of our previous boss doing anything similar to what Mr. Zachary Levy was doing. Mr. Levy's father, the previous head of the law firm and an alpha in the Night Hunter Pack, the pack where I live now, had other businesses that deal in law and more. That said, Mr. Levy came from an old money family who would be the sole heir to his father's business empire. Maybe that was why he had a different business style than his father.
We arrived at a restaurant at the edge of the Night Hunter Pack's territory, not far from the packhouse, and I was instantly pulled into a dimension I didn't recognize.
I saw myself in a room, lying naked and helplessly with my eyes and mouth open. W-what had happened to me? I slapped my cheeks repeatedly. It hurt, but I was still stuck there as if the Moon Goddess was deliberately showing me what was really happening.
No, no! This was obviously just a dream. If I really died, there was no way I'd be here right now. And again... I first found myself in that strange room with Mr. Levy back then. It was precisely one day after I arrived at the orphanage. Although I wasn't sure if it really happened, I remembered that when I said goodbye to Rona, I mentioned the welcoming party for the new boss, and then...
I gasped. Gerald and Dexton came with a large sack and stuffed my body into it. They didn't seem to notice my presence there. My feet unconsciously stepped back and slumped on the floor, curled up, unable to support my whole body, and fell down.
My body shook violently, and I involuntarily let out a loud scream.
"Miss Foxx! Wake up! Shenna!" A violent shock was felt and woke me up. A dream. Was it a dream again? "What happened to you? Did you fall asleep? Did you not sleep last night, huh?"
"S-sorry, Sir. I..." I blinked, and sure enough, we had arrived at the restaurant, and I noticed that. So how could I have fallen asleep in a split second and dreamed a continuation of the previous dream?
"We're going down now. Let's not waste time because we have other things to do afterward," Mr. Levy said and was about to get down without waiting for my reply.
"W-we?"
"Yes. Did you forget that you're my personal assistant? I have a lot of things prepared for you, and today, it is my job to explain everything. You'll see. Let's go."
Following Mr. Levy's lead, I hurried again and arrived at a special room they seemed to have intentionally rented for private conversations. I had prepared the files that we would discuss with the client and find solutions to his problems. However, before we could talk about anything since our client had just arrived, I was struck by something that made me flinch violently and almost run out of the place.
Dexton was coming. He stood and looked as surprised by my presence as if he'd seen a ghost. On the other hand, I seemed to be in a state where the dream was a strange reality that instantly made my whole body shake violently.
"Shenna? How could you–"
How could you, he said? How could I what? What happened exactly? Were the events that appeared in my dreams twice and in a row a reality? Or what?