The Omega sat at the head of the table, leaning back in her chair with her arms folded behind her head, staring off into the distance as angry words flew around her. She was a tiny thing with bright red hair and fierce golden eyes. Her small frame and cute face was said to look doll like, but her outer appearance was a tactical advantage to those who didn't know her well.
The conference room was a large rectangle with a high ceiling and tall windows set high into the far wall. A giant oval table was placed in the middle of the room which was able to fit twenty comfortably, in brown leather chairs. There were bench seats lining the outside of the room in case the Delta offices needed their secretaries to sit in on the meeting.
"There is no way that they would agree to that kind of shift!"
"Have you asked?!"
"I don't need to ask! It is my job to know!"
The conference room felt like it was getting smaller as the giant personalities started to argue. Gia knew she needed to stop it before it got to blows, they just barely replaced the conference table from the last time a meeting got heated. Currently the Public Relations Delta and the Pack Relations Delta were starting to yell at each other over some sort of territory dispute. Gia glanced across the room finding John, the Delta who handled all the business, leaning back and smiling; apparently he was enjoying the free entertainment. Even though this meeting only had the three Deltas that headed the departments, they had also brought all of their officers who work in the department. Some of them seemed to be invested in the argument taking place, nodding or shaking their heads. A few looked very concerned as the volume continued to increase. One male officer looked down at the table as though the memory of the previous table being shredded and broken into firewood made him concerned for its safety.
Garrett, the Beta, was standing next to the door; bored out of his mind. He didn't have to be a part of these meetings as he was strictly head of security and military department, but he came anyway. Most likely killing time until Alpha's plane landed. A knock on the door was barely heard over the arguing, the Alpha's secretary opened the door and looked taken aback when she heard the insults being flung around the room. The conference room and all the offices were sound proof, she looked at the fray that was threatening to become violent and quickly walked over to the Omega.
She leaned down and whispered loudly, "Alpha's plane will be landing in 10 minutes."
Gia nodded and the secretary turned, practically running out of the conference room. Gia motioned to Garrett who got the silent message and left the conference room behind the secretary to go meet Alpha Winters at the private airport.
Gia turned her attention back to the argument where one of the officers was insulting another's mother, and another was threatening a gruesome death to the red faced Delta of Public Relations.
Gia sat up in her chair and growled over the chaos, "SHUT UP!"
Everyone paused, looking up at her in shock. "Now that we have gotten all of the immaturity out of our system, let's take a break. Hopefully we will come back as well adjusted adults." Some wolves brows furrowed in irritation. "I know you are all quite capable in your respective fields. However, If you argue like this in front of Alpha Winters, or break another table, I will put you in charge of the daycare for a month."
John snorted, and the other two Delta's shifted in their chairs uncomfortably. Gia stood up putting both her hands on the table, leaning in with a feral grin. "Now lets agree to meet up again at 1700 hours, by then I expect the respective departments to come up with some solutions that will have everyone smiling."
A round of grumbling went through the room, mostly from the two Deltas departments that were fighting. Gia's face fell and her eyes flashed angrily, she leaned even further across the table. Some wolves leaned away, alarm apparent on their faces, "I'm sorry that must have sounded like a suggestion or an invitation." Gia's eyes went cold, "So let me just clarify for all of you in case you don't get my drift. I don't care about your petty feuds. This conference room and these meetings are not the time to bring them up. If you cannot let your personal vendetta's go when you are in this office then I do not want you and will take your resignation now." No one moved, no one breathed as Gia's eyes became a dark molten gold; she lowered her voice into a growl. "As I was saying, you have till 1700 to come up with a solution that will have everyone leaving here with the sun shining out of their asses." She paused looking everyone in the eye as she hissed, "Dismissed."
The Officers and their Delta's grabbed their things and left in a flurry, trying to make it out of the room so they weren't left with a steaming Gia. She sat back down and leaned back in her chair giving the impression of calm and serene. No sign of the predatory animal that was in her tiny body a few seconds ago. There was a reason Gia was the Alpha's second and it wasn't because of her cute and charming demeanor.
John chuckled as the last wolf left, "You're a piece of work, Gia."
Gia closed her eyes, she probably should have been nicer, but she had been in meetings since 6AM. Since Charlie team returned from their special operation and gave them the news about the rogues. They were trying to keep things under wraps until Alpha Winters got back and was debriefed.
"I was wondering if you were able to go over the report on the new wereform armor we commissioned." John pushed his gold brown hair back and opened a file in front of him. He was five seats down from Gia, sitting in the same spot that he was in before they were dismissed.
"Are you trying to pull a one on one meeting with me? During my down time?"Gia asked her eyes still closed.
John grabbed the file and stood up walking down to the vacant chair on Gia's left. "Yes, since we didn't even get to discuss business before tweedle dee and tweedle dumb started banging heads."
Gia opened her eyes looking up at the ceiling and sighed, "If those two cannot play nice, I am going to have to start looking for new department heads."
John dropped the file in front of Gia as he sat in the chair next to her. "Or you can take them out to the training yard. Remind them why they need to behave." John smirked as Gia leaned forward in her chair and flipped the file open.
"The prototypes are already made?"
"Yep. I have them in my office. If you want to go try them on." Gia looked up at John who was grinning mischievously at her. John was one of her favorite wolves. He had dark skin with golden brown hair, and a long thin scar that ran from the top of his right eye across his nose and down the cheek. A tribute from his old pack, just like the scars on her.
She gave him a genuine smile and flipped through the file in front of her. They had been working and developing special armor for the pack and the final prototype was finished. Gia shook her head as she looked at the pictures of the new wereform armor.
"I heard Charlie team came in early this morning." John said nonchalantly, tapping his fingers on the table. "Any news?"
Gia glanced up at him keeping her features blank. That information was top secret until the Alpha deemed it otherwise. She remained silent, and went back to flipping through the last few pages in the file.
"Must be a secret." John said stretching his arms above his head.
"It's on a need to know basis." Gia said closing the file and sliding it back to him.
"I know, I know... So, can you sign off on the project?" John asked a smirk playing along his face.
"Only the Alpha has authority to sign on a project this big and expensive."
He rolled his eyes, "I know, but when will the Alpha have time to go through the file and test the prototype? Chris is ridiculously busy, especially with the huge influx of new pack members."
Gia's brow furrowed studying John, 'they were probably going to need to push this project to the front of the line, especially if the information the Charlie team brought them was true,' Gia thought to herself glancing back at the file.
"How many units can be made in a month?" Gia asked pulling the file back to her and flipping it open again.
John reached across and flipped a few pages to one that had big bold statistics. "In a month we can produce about a thousand units, if we start immediately." He pointed out the corresponding statistics.
'Not enough,' Gia thought to her wolf who seemed to pace back and fourth in her mind, 'It is not enough.'
"What if we use all resources?"
John's eyes grew wide and he blinked in shock, "You mean the whole factory?"
Gia nodded, looking back down at the other numbers on the page, not taking any of it in.
John's face scrunched up in concentration as he started to work the math out in his head. "In a month.... with the whole factory....at least 10,000. I would have to check with my officers but-"
"That is what I want you to do. Make another report with all the information on how much it would cost us to make 10,000 units in a month, have it ready by 1700 hours." She closed the file and pushed it back at him.
John blinked, looking stunned, he shook it off with an easy going smile. "So many. You would think we were going to war." Gia didn't look at him as he stood up with the file, walking towards the door.
He paused grabbing her chair and swiveling it to face him. Gripping the armrests he leaned in, "You seem very tense, Gia." Gia's eyes widened as John leaned forward and nuzzled his nose in the crook of her neck. He kissed up her neck to her ear whispering, "If you need to relieve that tension, you know where I am." He pulled away with a last nip at her ear, and left the conference room.
Gia released the breath that she was holding. It was true that both her and John were not mated, and she had indulged in some activities with him before, specifically for stress relief. She then wondered if the worry was plain on her face or if it was just that John could see it better than others.
She shook it off. Even though the thought of getting all tangled up sounded wonderful, there were more pressing matters.
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