Chapter 2

　　LYRON

　　"Stop whining like a child and accept it," Steve snapped. "The kid's smart, he's a beta and he's pretty hard-working and diligent. I don't think you'll regret having him on the team," Steve assured. His eyes left Steve and rested on me. He scanned me and bored through my soul with his eyes, I could feel sweat beads forming on forehead.

　　"Fine, leave us alone then. I need to talk to him privately," he ordered them.

　　"Don't you think of threatening him," Steve said as he got up.

　　"I'm not some kinda thug, you know," he looked away. Everyone vacated the office leaving the both of us behind. I thought I will better since he suppressed his pheromones but having him stand before me was more than enough reason to have trouble breathing. Everything about him was intimidating.

　　"I-Is there something I can help you with?" I chose to break the silence. I shook and stuttered as I spoke. He approached me quietly without replying, I wish he would at least say something.

　　"You're an Omega, aren't you?" He grabbed me by the shirt and lifted my feet off the floor.

　　"You can't just make such bold assumptions," I struggled to get away from his grip.

　　"Bold assumptions? Tsk. You're an amusing one," he snickered before releasing his pheromones everywhere. I started having troubles breathing, coupled with dizziness and nausea. I think I'm going to pass out. He let go of me just in the nick of time and suppressed his pheromones while I remained on the floor trying to catch my breath and calm my heart down.

　　"I-I'm not an Omega," I brought myself to say whilst in pain.

　　"Did you think I wouldn't be able to tell just because your scent is faint? You put too much trust in your cologne camouflage honestly," my eyes widened at his words. How could he have accurately known?

　　"For you to have been able to fool everyone around that you're a Beta, you must be a pretty good liar. I wonder what else you're hiding," he squatted and looked down at me struggling to breathe. "I was going to find a way to fire you but you seem rather interesting. I want to keep you for the time being and find out what other things you're hiding," he grinned.

　　Maybe I should just have stuck to my multiple part-time jobs instead of being greedy.

　　A Week Later

　　"What??? You mean, he found out that you're an Omega on the first day?" Ryan exclaimed after I narrated everything that's happened to me in the past one week now.

　　"Unfortunately, yes," I sighed and banged my head against the steering wheel.

　　"Did you get fired?"

　　"No, my job's safe for the time being at least. He says he wants to keep me around because I'm somewhat interesting. I don't know if I should be worried or happy that he at least didn't fire me," I expressed how anxious I felt about this.

　　"It's a good thing you still have the job but I sure as hell know I wouldn't be relaxed if this happened to me," Ryan sighed over the phone.

　　"Don't make this worse," I pleaded with him. I could cry any moment thinking of what dastardly ways he wants to use to frustrate me. I heard a knock on window of the SUV I was in.

　　"Eisshh! You scared me," I was genuinely startled seeing Amil by the window. I unlocked the doors and the back door slid open. I quickly hung up on Ryan as he got in.

　　"For someone who gets paid as my agent, you seem to work better as my driver," he looked at me through the rearview mirror waiting for my reaction.

　　"I didn't think you'd want me entering into your house, Sir," I was tempted to roll my eyes. I knew he'd throw a fit or pick on me if I entered his house so I chose to wait in the car and now he complains. "We're headed to the photoshoot set first," I informed him of his schedule before starting the engine. He didn't reply, not that I was expecting him to.

　　Getting to the set, it was as busy as it could get. The workers ran around trying to arrange everything for Amil's photoshoot. I waited in his dressing room with him as they applied his makeup.

　　"Hey, newbie," Amil snapped his fingers. Was he referring to me?

　　"Are you talking to me by any chance, sir?" I forced a smile because I knew how badly I wanted to ignore him.

　　"Do I have any other agent aside from you?" He glared at me.

　　"No, sir,"

　　"I want an iced Americano, hurry up and get me one," he handed over his card to me. It was black and gold. Holding something I only got to see in the movies felt like a crime.

　　"Yes, sir," I left the dressing room and rushed out to get it. I went to the nearest cafe and bought one like he had asked and brought it to him.

　　"It tastes terrible. Get me another one," he said the moment he sipped from it.

　　"But…"

　　"Your job isn't to question me but to work for me so don't make me repeat myself," he interrupted me coldly. I bowed my head and went to get another one. I bumped into someone on my way out.

　　"I'm sorry," I apologized and continued moving. I didn't have time to exchange words right now.

　　In about four minutes, I brought him another cup of iced Americano. Hopefully he'd like it.

　　"What the hell do you keep bringing me?" He looked up from his phone and glanced over at me.

　　"You said you wanted an iced Americano and that's what I got you," I answered not knowing what else to say.

　　"Oh, did I say that? I meant to say caffe Americano con leche instead," he said. "Now run along and get that," he dismissed me but I had completely no idea what he just said. The makeup artists realized that I was confused but not wanting to get in between something so tense, they chose to remain quiet.