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The guy chuckled, stepping closer. "Don't sweat it, newbie. Everyone does that at least once. I’m Jace, by the way. The weird looking girl is Maya." “Huh? Did you just call me weird looking?” She glared at him. Jace seemed pleased to have gotten on her nerves. I didn't want to get involved in their bickering. I mean, I had something more important to deal with right now. "I'm Theo," I said, my heart still hammering. "Can it be fixed? Ms. Lesley needs these logs in twenty minutes." "Step aside, Theo," Maya said, pulling up a chair next to mine and tapping rapidly on her tablet. "Jace, grab the backup files from the trash bin and restore them before Ms. Lesley checks the main network. We’ve got this.” I watched in absolute awe as the two of them worked. Jace walked me through the software interface, explaining the shortcuts in simple terms that actually made sense, while Maya rerouted the data back to where it belonged. Within ten minutes, the red error message vanished, and the logs were perfectly organized. "There," Maya said, dusting off her hands as she stood up. "Crisis averted. You’re officially initiated into the office nightmare." "Thank you so much," I breathed, feeling a heavy weight lift off my chest. "Seriously, I thought I was done for." "We Betas have to stick together in this place," Jace said with a easy-going grin. "The management here can be pretty intense.” “Idiot,” Maya smacked him at the back. “Aren't majority of us Betas in the first place?” These two seemed to enjoy bickering more than anything else. “Actually…” I interrupted their squabble. “I'm an Omega, not a Beta,” I corrected. “Really? You don't seem like one though,” Jace came closer, sniffing me which made me flinch. “Haven't you heard of personal space or are you just a tactless idiot?” She pulled him away from me which I was grateful for. “Sorry, this idiot just says the first thing on his mind.” “It's fine. I'm a Recessive Omega actually, that's why you must have confused me for a Beta,” I scratched the corner of my lips. “There's no need to feel weird about it,” Maya said, completely unfazed by my revelation. I had never once been embarrassed or ashamed of being a recessive but that doesn't mean, recessives are received eagerly in social situations. After all, we're like defects. “You guys don't come by often, do ya? I heard there's only a small percentage of recessive Omegas,” he rubbed his chin as he took a good look at me. “You're creeping the newbie out, idiot,” she hit him with her fist curled up at the back of his head. “Once again, I apologize for his behavior. He can be creepy at times, but he doesn't have bad intentions.” “Thank you,” I laughed, feeling completely relieved now that I wasn't in trouble. “Come on, it’s past our lunch break. Let’s grab some food from the cafeteria," Maya reached out a hand to me which I took. “It's his treat,” she pointed at Jace. “Eh? Why me, though?” He looked ready to cuss her out. “As an apology to Theo for being all mouthy and nosy,” she shrugged and Jace found himself unable to go against it. Sitting with Maya and Jace in the cafeteria, eating basic turkey sandwiches, was the best part of my day. Maya filled me in on all the office politics—who to avoid, which printer always jammed, and how Ms. Lesley was actually nice once you got used to her sharp tone. For the first time all day, I felt like I could actually do this. By the time I finally unlocked the apartment door that evening, it was past 8:00 PM. My feet ached, my shoulders were tense, and my brain felt completely fried from the sheer volume of new information I’d absorbed. The apartment was dark and quiet, and Lorcan’s door was shut as usual. I kicked off my shoes, practically groaning in relief as my feet hit the cool wood floor. I dragged myself to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and leaned against the counter. I was so exhausted I could barely think about making dinner, let alone cleaning up the few dishes I’d left in the sink from breakfast. “Oh, did he do the dishes?” I blinked rapidly in disbelief as I stared at the clean sink and dishes. I tried to wrap my head around why he'd help me out as he didn't seem like the type to go out his way to help out. There was only one conclusion, “had he come down with a cold?”/LORCAN/Something was wrong with Theo.It wasn't obvious at first, but by the third day, the shift was impossible to ignore. Ever since that evening he got into my car with his face bright red, he had drawn an invisible line between us.He didn't ramble about his workday on the drive home anymore. He didn't hover around the kitchen counter while I made coffee, and he certainly didn't smile too bright around me which I found very suspicious.Instead, he had become excessively polite."Good morning, Lorcan.""Thank you for the ride, Lorcan.""I left dinner in the fridge for you, Lorcan."It was infuriating. I was used to him being a cheerful, slightly chaotic presence in the flat. This new, overly cautious version of him felt wrong. He was acting like a guest who was terrified of overstaying his welcome, and every time he quietly retreated to his bedroom right after dinner, my irritation grew.On Friday evening, I decided I’d had enough of the silence. On my way to pick him up from Pix
/THEO/"So, are you going to spill the tea, or should we keep guessing?"I paused, my hand hovering over the zipper of my satchel. Maya was leaning against the edge of my desk, her arms crossed and a mischievous grin plastered across her face. Two cubicles down, Jace swiveled around in his office chair, holding an unlit vape pen like a microphone."Spill what?" I asked, actually confused. What was this about this time?"Oh, don't play innocent with us, Theo," Jace chimed in, rolling his chair closer. "The entire department has been talking for a week. Every single evening at five on the dot, a crazy expensive black car pulls up to the curb. And every single evening, you slide into the passenger seat like a high-maintenance prince."My face instantly flushed hot. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, trying to avoid their eyes. "It's not a big deal. You guys are exaggerating.""Exaggerating?" Maya raised an eyebrow, letting out a dry laugh. "Theo, that car costs more than my
/LORCAN/I rubbed my temple frustrated as I thought about how I ended up barely getting any sleep last night from overthinking what had happened during dinner."Good afternoon, sir," Fenton said, bringing me out of my thoughts as he stepped into the office. "The representatives from Morene Holdings have arrived and are waiting in Boardroom A.""Are both of them there?" I asked, getting to my feet."Yes, sir. Mr. Marcus Morene and his son, Andrew.""Good," I murmured, adjusting my cuffs. We left the office together and headed to Boardroom A to meet with the Morenes. "Give us five minutes, then bring in the presentation files."I walked into the boardroom, my eyes landing on Mr. Morene and Andrew. He immediately stood up and bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement. When Andrew's eyes landed on me, I could see the horror in them. “At least he was smart enough to put the pieces together,” I thought as I walked to my seat at the head table.“What do you think you're doing? Show some re
/LORCAN/One week laterI pulled up near PixelPulse Studio building at four-thirty. Theo’s shift wasn't over for another thirty minutes, but traffic had been lighter than expected.Instead of idling in the car, I parked around the corner and walked down the block toward a quiet café I’d noticed a few days ago. The place was relatively low-key, with simple wooden tables and a quiet atmosphere. I bought an iced Americano, sat down at a small table near the window, and opened my phone to check a few urgent emails from Fenton.I sent Theo a quick text to let him know that I was at the café across from the studio and that he should meet me here.“I'll be done in a bit, just give me some minutes,” he texted back instantly.“Doesn't he have something to do? Why is he replying so quickly?” I muttered before setting my phone down. Maybe I should be glad that he hasn't been working overtime, not that it's my problem."Lorcan?"I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard a familiar voice call my nam
/LORCAN/"An ex-boyfriend?" I repeated, leaning against the counter. "That guy?"Theo sat across from me, his head resting in his hands, looking miserable and embarrassed. "Yes. Andrew Morene. I broke up with him like a year ago, but he just refuses to let me be."I immediately recognized that surname the moment it left his mouth. So he was from the Morene family, huh? That must mean Theo attended a prestigious university for both of them to have attended the same university but how? Was he perhaps on a scholarship? I shouldn't have told Fenton to skip the details when I looked into him back then.The Morenes ran a reputable real estate firm, pulling in a net worth of maybe a few hundred million. It's no wonder that brat was haughty but I guess the level of power his parents have would only be intimidating to lower socialites and average people."A year ago?" I picked up my glass of water, taking a slow sip. "And he's still looking for you?""I know, it's pathetic," Theo groaned, drag
/LORCAN/I left the office early. Fenton had cleared my afternoon schedule so I could deal with a stack of filings for the Armoni Group. I preferred reviewing sensitive acquisition contracts at the flat, away from the constant parade of executives in my main office.By four o'clock, I was at the dining counter with my laptop, when the doorbell rang.It couldn't possibly be Theo since he knew the passcode and besides, he was still going to be at work for another two hours. We weren't exactly on talking terms with any of our neighbors, well, at least I wasn't. The doorbell rang again. I closed my laptop, stood up, and walked over to the entryway. I pulled the door open, expecting a lost delivery driver or a neighbor who Theo had befriended.Instead, a young man was standing in the hallway. He was dressed in a baseball jacket and black pants. One look at his watch, I could tell that he was not a neighbor. It was too expensive for someone living around here to afford, not to mention that
/THEO/It was the morning of the interview and I had barely been able to sleep at night because of how nervous I was. PixelPulse Studio was one of the biggest names in the industry, and getting an interview there felt like a miracle. I spent twenty minutes just trying to get my tie straight, which
/THEO/Living with Lorcan was harder than I assumed. Maybe I'd been a bit too confident.I had been in the apartment for three days, and I had already broken Rule #1 at least fifteen times. It wasn’t on purpose though. I was just used to a house where silence meant someone was angry or sick. So, ev
/THEO/He just stared at me with those deep blue eyes, his expression so flat it was almost impressive. Up close, he was even more intimidating—wide shoulders, a sharp jawline, and a general vibe that would make anyone be afraid to approach him.I was different of course, not that I wasn't afraid t
/THEO/Breakfast at the Beckett residence was something I could never get used to. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the dining room, glinting off the polished silver and the expensive porcelain. Nevan sat at the head of the table already fully dressed, prepared to go to w







