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She nodded politely and quickly left the office and he could see she was affected by his presence. Unfortunately, Mr. Peters kept David busy for the first half of the day and he wasn’t able to talk to Wildcat again or go very far in making his plans. But he had progressed far in learning about what type of woman his wildcat a.k.a. Samantha was. David admitted he was surprised when everyone described her as the quiet goody-two-shoes type of woman. She was shy, quiet, kept to herself, and apparently never did anything crazy or wild.

, David shrugged as I come out of my thoughts. Both of them were more than 4-5 years older than me but their temper was no less than a teenager. "That's not an issue, David. Anyways, you can get back to the work. I'll leave for college. Tomorrow is the re-inauguration of the company. Please focus on that", I told them, getting back to the car. Alpha Peterson had a construction business which was crashed down due to bankruptcy. I had worked on his broken company for a couple of years and it was all set to get started again.

The online magazine she works for. She looks at me panicked. “I have an interview with Ryan Peterson, the Author. He just finished a series, and the final book will be released soon, Blake gave me the lead on this. I honestly am so nervous. I heard he is a pain to interview. He doesn’t answer any personal questions and would give short answers to topics he doesn’t find interesting. I don’t know if I’m ready to interview just a high lister.”

His eyes lit up like stars, his dirty-brown orbs shining and his smile stretched to meet them. It turned out Damon was a hoot! We chatted on the way to school as he drove. I found out his dad was a lead engineer for the pack construction company and his mom a pack doctor. He, unfortunately, didn’t have many friends as most wolves saw him as an Omega, a weak and puny wolf, but he didn’t mind so much, he threw himself into coding and computer science. Something that came naturally to him. I didn’t see him as weak or puny, he was an asset to the pack, a wolf with valuable skill, a wolf with worth and one with a really upbeat personality. I like Damon.

Chapter 23: The Truth about Him Faith’s P.O.V “Here you go,” David pointed out to the isle that had all the books related to disaster management. “Try the books written by Heather Shaw and Kane Westwick, so far they are the most helpful ones you’ll find on the subject.” “Thank you so much, David,” I told him gratefully. “I’d be totally lost if you didn’t help me out here. This place is massive!”

Seeing the perseverance between his eyebrows, Allen Peterson nodded with full intention: "Good, good, since you have this mind, then everything is fine." After a pause, Allen Peterson added: "If I pay to help you, how long can you re-establish your previous base in the shortest possible time?" At these words, David Pevi's face instantly changed. "You ...... are you telling the truth?" "Of course it's true, you think I will waste time to say something useless with you?" Allen Peterson looked at David Pevi with a smirk,.

And her books explained everything in detail. I’ve read all of her books. I had my blind spots, and we discussed them mostly with David. The two prophecies… Rejection and other matters caught my interest, but David said not to worry about them. David… oh David… it was getting even more difficult to stay away from him. I knew he had feelings. As much as he wanted to act indifferent and as a friend, I was not oblivious to the way he was looking at me. Adoration, affection, love, I would dare say, and sometimes lust. Especially, when I was thinking of him.

David Peterson’s name lit the screen, his last message still hanging in the thread, “Caught up yet, or still saving lives?” His wit sharp, our daily chats a rhythm I’d come to crave. My heart fluttered. Loneliness flickered and vanished. The world warmed, alive again. There was something in David's presence that sparked something real. Our texts had deepened since we'd had dinner, deepening from flirtation to midnight calls. His voice unwavering. His stories imbued with past and promise. I'd spoken to him of my fears. He'd spoken to me of his hopes. My laughter came more easily. My guard fell away. I felt something blooming. My world, alive.

Besides, he knew almost all the places she visits daily, so he wondered when and how she began to visit a yoga director and he didn't know. Why was he seeing one anyway? He thought, his focus completely gone, while he followed Sophia into the house without another word. Inside the car, David was still staring in the direction that Sophia left. "President, you and Miss Blake-Peterson are so destined," Pete said from the driver's seat where he was seated, looking into David's eyes. Not sure he heard him clearly, he directed his face from Sophia's house to Pete. "Miss Blake-Peterson?" He questioned. "That woman was Miss Blake?"

“Everyone here has a family to feed. I hope you can understand why they made this decision.” Pete was now sitting slightly on the edge of the table beside the computer, staring at the floor in frustration. Slowly, he turned his head to look at David. “Whose side are you on?” he asked sharply. The question came out colder than David expected. “Keep in mind you’re my assistant,” Pete continued. “You work for me.” David lowered his head again. Pete leaned forward slightly. “I need Petra back here,” he said firmly. Then he pointed toward the door. “Go get her. Now.”