Page 5 of SaaS & Class

My name had even been applied to the door with white vinyl lettering.

Adam Collins, Software as a Service Lead

I snorted and wondered why they bothered to spell out software as a service when everybody in the building would know what SaaS meant.

Still, it was my name on the door.

The elevator dinged, and footsteps sounded as somebody emerged.

“Hey, you ok?” Taal asked as he strode up behind me.

I chuckled. “Yeah… It’s just… It’s my office.”

He strode over and flung an arm across my shoulders. “Congrats.”

I smiled. “You haven’t even seen yours yet.”

“It can wait. I’ll celebrate with you.”

I leaned against him. “It’s hard to believe. You, me, and Dylan, all out here at the new branch.” I paused. “And Dylan’s new mate.”

He chuckled. “That sure was a surprise. Like… he’d told us, but he’d left Valle Granja single and was happy to introduce us to his bonded mate when we arrived yesterday.”

I nodded. “Yeah… but it gives me hope too. Maybe I’ll find an alpha out here. Start a family…”

“Just as long as I’m not waiting too long to find my omega.”

I chuckled. “Do you want to find your office?”

“Naw. Let’s check out yours first. Then we’ll go to mine. We can pretend to be productive while trying to figure out which bartender is the billionaire before Dylan does.”

“He does have a head start, and Flynn wouldn’t confirm whether he was working last night or not.”

“Wanna head over to Mitchell’s for lunch? Check out the daytime staff?”

I grinned. “That sounds like a plan.”

“Go on,” he urged after several seconds. “Open your office.”

I nodded, reached out, and wrapped my fingers around the handle. Then I opened the door.

Cool air poured into the hall, carrying the lingering scent of cleaning products.

My footsteps were nearly silent on the thick carpet—which still showed distinct vacuum lines. A heavy desk that was far nicer than I needed or deserved stood near a large arched window. Even from across the room, I recognized the signature lines of an office chair that cost several thousand dollars.

Solid wood shelves flanked the desk, taking up about a third of the wall on either side. But the rest was exposed brick, with spotlights pointed at where I could only assume art once hung.

“Hoooooollllyyyyyy ssshhhiiiiiiiiit,” Taal said.

“Yeah…” I breathed.

“Dylan said the offices were nice, but…”

I chuckled. “This is almost as nice as the executive offices back home. Just smaller.”

Taal looked between the bookshelves. “What are you going to put on your shelves?”

I chuckled. “I have no idea. What about you?”