Page 25 of SaaS & Class

“I would appreciate that.”

He nodded, picked up the handset to a phone on his desk, and spoke into it for a moment. “I let them know to tell Cody.”

“Thank you… again.”

He smiled. “Of course. Now…” He glanced at his monitor. “I’d like this discussion about where you—or others from TechSpeed—see a need in apps like mine to be a continuing dialog, rather than a one-time thing. So today I’d like to lay the groundwork. Let’s come up with some guidelines for information we’d like from each other, then we can go to our respective teams.”

“Sounds good.”

We spent the next forty-five minutes working on a framework of what kind of feedback he was looking for, and I was able to secure alpha and beta test access for my interns so that they could learn to stress-test apps, as well as spot bugs and user interface issues.

I went over my notes as the meeting came to a close, and promised to copy him on the email I’d send to Linden. He informed me that a car would be waiting as soon as I finished speaking with his mate.

I found Wes’s omega, Cody, in one of the living rooms. He gave me a mug of ginger tea, then started telling me what helped him. It was mostly things I’d tried, but it was nice knowing that other people understood.

We ended our discussion when his toddler started fussing from another room.

I was able to summarize the meeting, including the loose arrangements we’d agreed to, in the ride back to the office, and sent it as the sedan pulled to a stop in front of the TechSpeed office.

I got out, ready to talk to Dylan about it, walked in, and doubled over as a cramp hit me.

My alpha’s scent was overwhelmingly strong in the lobby—as if he’d just been there.

A sob escaped, and tears sprang to my eyes.

I’d missed him. He’d been at my work, and I’d missed him.

Had he scented me? Did he know? Was he still in the building? Where was he?

“Adam!” cried Amelia. The sound of her heels as she rounded her desk and rushed over. Her hand on my back. “What’s wrong? Do I need to call an ambulance?”

I gulped lungfuls of air, which only seemed to make things worse, but shook my head. “It’s… it’s…”

“I’m calling Dylan and Taal,” she stated.

She rushed back to her desk, even as I braced an arm against a window. My feet were rooted to the spot where I’d smelled him, every inch of me desperate for more.

Alpha…

Mine…

Alpha…

Alpha…

Mine…

My instincts were stuck in a loop. Did I run through the building trying to find him? Did I run down the street?

The elevator dinged, then two sets of rushing footsteps.

“The server room,” Taal said as he and Dylan each took one side. “It’s independent of the main AC.”

My feet refused to work as my two alpha friends braced me between them and dragged me across the lobby and into the small hallway where the entrance to the server room was.

Harsh white-blue light spilled out as the door opened, then I was engulfed in cold sterility.

They eased me onto a chair.