Page 37 of Wild Thing
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The Omega headquarters was an industrial yet luxurious looking, three-story office building, nestled between a park and a high rise in the heart of the city. Walking into the foyer, a kind-eyed, middle-aged receptionist greeted us warmly.
“You must be from Gellar and Summers,” she stated, her hand extended. “I’m Caroline. Greg and the team won’t be too much longer.”
She gestured to the waiting area. “Please take a seat. Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea, water?”
“No thank you, we’re fine.”
The foyer was airy and spacious, with past development projects framed on the wall. The quality of the builds was exquisite. After making myself familiar with my surroundings, Ichecked my phone. I was secretly hoping to see a text message from Brax.
Nothing.
My heart sank a little.
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting.
Maybe a flirty text? I hadn’t text him either though, so, there wasthat.
An intercom buzzed. Caroline answered the internal call and quietly hung up.
“Dylan, Steven? Greg and his team are ready for you. Please, follow me.”
Caroline led us down a short hallway, opening double doors to reveal a large, yet typical-looking, conference room.
Floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the park, took up an entire wall. A giant twelve seater boardroom table was in the center of the room, with a flat screen TV mounted to the far wall.
Greg and his team were standing as Steven and I made our way in. Pleasantries were exchanged as we took our seats around the huge oak table. Greg was the last to take his seat.
Reaching for the water jug, he let us know that we were waiting for his builder to join, who should arrive any minute.
I suggested that I connect my iPad to the TV. "I can pull up the renders and have them ready to talk through.”
“Of course,” Greg pointed towards the console underneath the TV. “Instructions on how to connect to the wifi are there.”
“Thanks.”
I stood and walked towards the front of the room. The Omega team were talking amongst themselves. I felt Steven staring at my ass as I typed in the incredibly difficult wifi password. Everything in my life was complicated. Passwords included.
Connection unsuccessful.
Dammit, I entered it incorrectly.
Placing the iPad down onto the console, I checked the combination of numbers, lower and upper case letters, and started again. I was in the middle of my third password attempt when I heard the boardroom door open. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
Something had changed.
The energy shift was confirmed when a deep, familiar voice said, “Morning everyone.”
No.
Fucking.
Way.
Spinning around to face the mystery voice, I was almost rendered unconscious as I realized it was Brax.
Standing there.
