Claiming My Alpha
Before my parents died in an accident the last thing my mom told me was that I was born for greatness. I am not sure what greatness they were talking about, all I know is that when it comes to making coffee, I sure am the best at it.
“Athena,” my manager called me, motioning me to follow him to his office at the back of the store.
“Yes sir,” I said once I was in his office.
“The owner of our shop will be using the place later,” he said as he scanned the papers in front of him. “Make sure the last order will be taken at 1 PM and the shop is closed at 2 PM.”