Page 63 of Their Knotty Pack (Starbrook City Omegaverse #3)

Bethany

M ondays suck.

Well, Mondays usually suck, but Miles had a heat spike this morning, which means I got to wake up with my omega's head between my thighs as Kieran knotted him from behind. Then Miles uh…massaged his… essence into me.

Is it weird that I liked it?

Given Miles' heat spikes, it's good timing that they just had their last day of school and are now off for the summer. Kieran graciously offered to work from home so he'd be available if the need for a knot arises.

Such a giver.

When Brody and I exit the elevator to the twenty-fourth floor, coffees in hand, we're met by a lobby of waiting people. Brody winces, putting his head down as we move towards the back offices. This single floor is easily three times the size of our old building. "Shit. I forgot about interviews."

My brows shoot up. "Interviews? You only posted the listing on Friday."

"Yes, for more lawyers like Matteo said, and then for a few more omega…advocate…specialists? Shit, I have to come up with an actual job title."

"What did you post on the listing?"

"I put…" he winces again, " specialized omega helper ."

I choke on a laugh, nearly spewing coffee out of my nose. "What the hell does that even mean ?"

"I don't know ," his head falls back, "everything was crazy, my mind was reeling from the fact that Matteo fucking De Lucca just bankrolled my whole operation, and you were sad, and I just made something up."

"Is the job description accurate at least?" I smirk at him over my coffee cup.

"Yes, that, at least, I could do." He chuckles lightly. "By the way, you're with me today."

"Oh? No meetings?"

"Tons of meetings. You'll be interviewing them with me."

"Me?" I can't hold back my surprise. I don't have any sort of experience in law, let alone an inkling on how to interview someone. "Surely Jeremiah would be a better choice for that?"

We enter Brody's office and we put our stuff down.

"It's not about qualifications, beautiful girl.

I'm lucky enough to have already known the guys I hired on after I started the firm, but we're growing and this is new territory for me.

Seeing how they react to you, an omega, in the interview will tell me everything I need to know about whether or not they'll be a good fit here.

Plus, you're practically HR so they'll have to get used to you being farther up in the chain of command. "

I might be channeling Miles at the moment, because an idea pops into my head. "If you're looking at how they react to an omega…then I have an even better idea for you."

By the time I've told Brody my plan and he's outlined the questions I need to ask, I feel like I seem fairly confident.

"Tell me, Mr. Finch, why do you want to work at Omegas First Law Firm?" I ask, drumming my nails on the table like I have little patience for frivolous answers.

The alpha sitting across the desk from me looks between Brody and me, his mouth gaping open once before snapping closed. "I'm sorry, I thought Mr. Brody Benson was the lawyer…?"

Brody shifts in his small seat he pulled up to the large, cushioned office chair he has me sitting in. "I am, and I don't see how that's relevant." There's a warning in his tone, and his arms cross, leveling him with a glare.

"Oh, um…is she qualified to be conducting this interview?" It might be one thing if he was directing these questions at me. But no, he's directing them all to Brody, like I'm not even here.

" She has a name, and she says this interview is over." My voice is calm and reasonable. The epitome of grace.

Well, that got his attention. He scoffs. He fucking scoffs at me.

"With all due respect, sweetheart—"

A growl rips out of Brody's chest and the man pales. I give him my best customer service smile.

"Mr. Finch. Perhaps next time you take the time to fill out an application, accept an interview, drive all the way to said interview, sit across from an omega in that interview for a law firm that serves omegas only," I take a breath, pinching my fingers so there's a little space between them, "you might think about showing this much respect to the designation you're trying to convince us you want to protect. "

Mr. Finch leaves in a bluster, muttering about 'damn omegas'. Brody shakes his head. "You don't have to do this—"

"I want to. I think this will get us through them quicker, too."

Brody chuckles. "I think you're right. I'll go get the next one."

The next ones go much better, with ten out of the thirteen not even acting like it was weird that I was the one doing the interview, while three overcompensated, rambling about how they totally accepted omegas in positions of power in the workplace.

All in all, I think we'll hire five of them.

The four women that showed up for the " specialized omega helper" interviews were very promising, but were eyeing my alpha with a little too much interest. He, of course, was oblivious, but made sure to mention in an off-handed way that I was his omega, making my instincts settle.

Maybe I'll have to send him to work covered in me every day.

Then, who shows up for the last interview of the day?

"Lanie!" I stand as she walks into the office, opening my arms for a hug. Her purple hair is up in a smart bun, and she's wearing a tailored suit.

"Ugh, Bethany I've missed you." She sniffs as she wraps her arms around me.

"It's only been like…two weeks." Shit, now I'm sniffling.

"I know, but we went from seeing each other every day to… not seeing each other and I miss my best friend." She pulls back and looks at my face. "This pack looks good on you, Bethy-bear."

I roll my eyes at her use of my parents nickname for me. "I missed you too. But I doubt you came all this way just to see my pretty face?"

"Brody called me on Friday and asked if I wanted to interview," she explains, grinning at my alpha. "He wanted to make it a surprise."

"Brody!" I gasp, turning to him. “You're going to make her interview?"

Brody holds his hands up in surrender. "Hey, I offered to just give her the job, seeing as she has seven years professional experience working with omegas in a similar capacity, but she insisted on interviewing."

"Yep!" sh e says happily, "Though I did quit the OMS and give that old bitch a two fingered salute on my way out so hopefully you still give it to me even if I tank."

"By all means, Ms. Rouche, please take a seat." I give her a devious grin as she slides into the seat across from me.

As expected, she passes the interview with flying colors, and insists she can start tomorrow.

By the end of the day, we've decided to hire Lanie, plus two more omegas who applied for the position, and five of the lawyers who interviewed.

We'll have to post the job listing again in hopes of some fresh applicants.

Maybe things are starting to look up after all.