Filed to story: The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson
Jackson pinned Chloe with an “Alpha” look. “You are allowed a certain amount of leeway as my employee, but do remember your place, Chloe.”
Chloe’s face flushed, and she nodded meekly.
Alpha Sterling had always been kind to her. This was the first time that he had been angry with her.
Chloe’s heart sank. “Please accept my apologies,” she said, then quietly and quickly fled the office.
Jackson r*bbed his temples as soon as Chloe left.
Why did he have a headache at the mention of Taya?
When I arrived at the branch office of the Sterling pack, I happened to meet Chloe, who was coming out of the elevator.
I recognized that she was Jackson’s a*sistant and quickly walked over to say hello.
“Nice to meet you. I—”
“Don’t talk to me.”
Before I could finish, Chloe interrupted me. She glared at me, turned around, and walked over to make herself a cup of coffee.
I was speechless.
The woman just stood there drinking her coffee and ignoring me.
I didn’t mind Chloe’s rudeness. Chloe must have thought I was trying to hook up with her boss, so she didn’t like me.
Just like everyone else.
After checking in with the receptionist, I went to the Alpha’s office.
Jackson was r*bbing his forehead, looking extremely tired.
I knocked on the door lightly. “Alpha Sterling.”
Jackson glanced at me. “You’ve come.”
I nodded, then asked him, “What can I do for you?”
In the past, when the MPC entertained visiting pack leaders, they would directly arrange for them to eat, drink, and have fun.
However, if Jackson wanted me to be his personal a*sistant, I would have to ask him what he needed me to do, since this was outside of the norm.
Jackson lowered his hands from his forehead, then sat back in his chair and looked at me. “There’s nothing to arrange right at this moment. Just help me make coffee in my meeting later.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
After saying that, Taya left. Jackson looked at her back and gradually became lost in thought.
Watching her walk away gave him a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen her many times, watched her walk many times.
“I can’t remember. My head hurts…” he whispered to himself.
He shook his head and picked up his phone to send a message to Eric.
Eric answered back right away. [Why do you have a headache again? Do you remember something from before?]
Jackson typed back: [No, I don’t remember anything specific. It’s just that when I saw someone, it felt very familiar, and my head started to ache.]
[Who did you see?] Eric immediately asked.
Jackson didn’t want to reply to that specific question. He shouldn’t have said he saw someone; he should have known Eric would want to know who it was. But the headaches made it harder to think clearly.
Somehow, Jackson had always felt that if Eric knew about the headaches that happened whenever he saw Taya, Taya would be in danger.
The thought flashed, but he didn’t take it seriously. He casually replied, “It was a stranger.”
He put down his mobile phone and left his office to go to the meeting.
Although the branch company of the Sterling pack in Arcadia was not as big as Wolverly Capital’s Sterling pack headquarters, it still occupied a full building on East Street.
Today, Jackson was holding a general meeting. Dozens of people in professional attire and carrying laptops went upstairs one after another.
In a short while, the large conference room was full of people who were waiting on Jackson.
His head had better get itself right, and fast.
I sat in the reception area outside of the huge conference room. I was a little envious when I saw the group of elites through the gla*s.
My plan had been to go to school for design, and then find an internship and work my way up.
But at that time, I couldn’t fulfill my dream. I had to find a job that paid a monthly salary right away instead of school and an unpaid internship.
While thinking of the past and my plans before, I gazed at Jackson.
He sat at the head of the conference table, in an impeccable suit. One ankle rested on his knee in a casual pose, and his head was tilted slightly so he could look at the presentation on the big screen while listening to the executive’s report on what was happening at the Sterling pack’s Arcadia offices.
He looked put together and relaxed, with a strand of dark hair falling down over his forehead, but he also radiated the powerful presence of the Alpha he was.
As I was staring at him, Jackson glanced at me through the gla*s.
He picked up his phone, and my phone dinged with a message a second later.
[Ms. Palmer, please bring me a cup of coffee.]
I quickly got up and went to the break room to make coffee.
After making it, she knocked on the conference room door with the mug of steaming liquid.
Everyone in the conference room looked at the door-at me.
The senior executive explaining PowerPoint in front of the screen also stopped, dissatisfaction on his face.
I was a little embarra*sed until Jackson waved at me.
“Come in,” he said.
Only then did I walk up to him with the cup of coffee. I placed it beside him and was about to leave the meeting room when Jackson said, “Ms. Palmer, please sit down and listen.”
All of the executives were speechless.
Jackson ignored everyone’s exp**ssions and raised his chin at the senior executive explaining the PowerPoint. “Continue.”
The executive had no choice but to continue. However, I noticed that he skipped over one of the income slides. Instead of giving all of the figures, he gave more general percentages. I’m sure he was afraid I would share the information.
It was clear that the Sterling pack execs weren’t pleased with my presence in the meeting, so I sat still and quiet during the duration of the presentation.
When the meeting ended, I ran out and asked Jackson, “Why do you want me to listen?”
Jackson looked down at me, who was a head shorter than him, and replied in a gentle voice, “When you were sitting outside the room, you looked interested, so I decided to let you listen.”
I wasn’t prepared for that answer.
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll take the information elsewhere?”
“They are all unimportant numbers that anyone could find in a public earnings report, and…” Jackson paused for a moment, then smiled. “I believe in you.”
His smile was no different from before…before everything. It was genuine, and it had the power to brighten a room.
It was as if he was still Silas, not Jackson, the man who had broken my artificial heart with two strong kicks.
“Ms. Palmer, you’ll need to go get ready. I’m going to a banquet tonight.”
I came back to my senses. “A banquet?”
Jackson nodded. “The Wilton pack is holding a banquet. I need a female companion, and I’d like you to attend with me.”
Was it a personal a*sistant’s duty to be a temporary female companion? And would it be appropriate for Jackson to take a non-shifter with him?
The Wilton pack was not particularly prominent or powerful, and I wasn’t sure why Jackson would feel the need to attend. The Wiltons were wealthy, but that was about it.
And that wasn’t really saying anything. Most wolf shifter packs were wealthy if they weren’t a newer pack. Longer life spans equaled more time to build wealth to then pa*s on to the next Alpha.
This wasn’t my concern, though. My concern was doing what Jackson wanted me to do so I could get this whole thing over with.
Jackson would return to Wolverly Capital as soon as the bidding was over. It was only a few days. I had to endure it for a while, and then everything would be over.
“Alpha Sterling, I would love to attend with you. Unfortunately, I don’t have anything suitable to wear to a formal banquet.”
Maybe, if I was extremely lucky, he might let me off the hook…
“That’s of no importance. I’ll have my schedule cleared and we can go shopping right now.”
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