"Hi," she awkwardly waves.I can't believe it. It's Amelia Winslow—well, now Cameron, but still, it's her. I've not seen her in years, and this is the last place I expected our paths to cross. "It's you," I repeat, still starstruck. I never thought I'd see her again, yet here she is, interviewing for a job in my pack, my house."Yes," she nods, "I—""Alpha," one of the candidates interrupts her. Amelia sits back and watches her, "I'm Louise," she says, batting her lashes at me."Right," I clear my throat, I was so stunned that I forgot someone else was in the room. "Like I told the previous candidates, if you're not patient, flexible or tolerant the door is over there, this job will be strict.""Working hours?" the other candidate asks, a man, almost my age if not older."Depends on how fast you get them to listen," I tell him. My children are no longer good at following instructions, I'm tired of scolding and now I just hope that they will outgrow this phase soon."I..""Feel not afr
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