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Everyone was taking it out on me.
I gave Emma the excuse that I was going on my break and she shrugged disinterestedly in reply. After I’d scurried off to the break room, and finally had a moment of privacy, everything hit me.
I bit my lip. Trying to open my eyes wider, as if the extra air would be enough to force back the tears.
My eyes were getting blurry and stinging around the edges, but I wasn’t going to give in. Why would I startcrying? This is what I wanted… I chose this job over my scent matches.
Oh my God.
I chose this job over my scent matches… and Ihatedit.
What the hell was I doing? Was I really cowering in the back of a dental office like my life was ending?
No. Fuck this.
I scrolled through my contacts.
Obviously, I couldn’t bother my moms right now. They were getting to the point in their pregnancies where they needed step by step instructions on how to get in and out of a car. But which of my dads was going to be the least dramatic about this?
My finger hovered over Daddy-Lo.
I scrubbed the tears off my face and forced myself to smile. Not because I was happy, obviously, but because it would change the way that my voice sounded. Maybe make me sound like I was happy, and wasn’t asking to be rescued from abysmal failure.
He picked up after one ring.
“Chloe?”
“Daddy-Lo?” I couldn’t help it, I sniffled a little bit hearing his caring voice. I couldn’t help it, after the day I was having.
“What happened?” His voice dropped low and serious.
This morning, I’d taken the bus, and now I couldn’t stomach the thought of sitting calmly around all of those people. Not after I’d fucked up this badly on day one of what was supposed to be the start of my grand new life.
I’d already calculated how much I’d have to put aside in savings for the next month before I’d be able to get a car on my own. All of those calculations were trashed now, along with my hopes for a quiet secretarial position.
“Can you pick me up?” I texted Daddy-Lo with the address to my job. Screw it.
All of my dads were over-protective, but I was past the point of caring.
“Be right there. Don’t you worry about a thing, baby-girl.”
His voice was clipped and all business. Nothing like his normal goofy dad-voice.
Well, shit.
A slight prickle of anxiety slithered up my spine, but I ignored it. Daddy-Lo was definitely over-reacting. Part of me felt like I should go wait outside, or at least give some sort of half-hearted attempt to warn my coworkers that an angry alpha might be bursting into this not-so-quiet dental office, but—meh.
If the Dentist and coworkers were so confident that they could treat someone like shit, just for being an omega… they could surely deal with the fallout.
This was on them.
CHAPTER 33
CHLOE
I wipedmy tears away and checked my makeup. My mascara was still doing its job. All I needed was to retouch my lipstick a tad. There.
It didn’t even look at all like I had a complete emotional breakdown after realizing that all of my hopes and dreams for job fulfillment and prosperity had gone to live in the trash can.