Alpha's Nala

Legaxy

"Dyme!" Our General Manager, Ms. Susie Marina Dawn, calls out from her office.

Hearing that familiar urgency from her tone, I automatically dropped every bit of work I had on hand and quickly walk towards her office's glass door — caring less for the loud click-clacking my silver-gray heels are making, as it hits the marble-tiled floor.

When I got inside the well-lighted, white room, I calmly replied with a genuine smile, a “Yes Boss?”

Sadly, she didn't look up. 

Instead, she shoved a few objects off her porcelain desk — I somehow catch some of it while moving closer to her side — and kept on rummaging her already scattered files. I even heard her grunt in an un-ladylike fashion and I knew from there, she was in a terrible mood.

The tension, as she tries to relieve by rolling her shoulders, was even visible in her eyes — happens to be light blue, like the sky — as she frantically scans her desk. 

Judging by the looks of it now, she's searching for something important, and if I guess it right; Ms. Dawn was searching for the morning paperwork — yup, the typical Monday morning routine.

I sigh in relief upon understanding what was happening. Then, I casually walked around her office, not forgetting to place the things — mostly stamps and pens — I had caught earlier on a safer distance and space, to find the said files.

Having to have sensed my presence, finally, Ms. Dawn started rambling about missing royal contracts and reports, while her hands kept on checking the messy pile — flipping sheet after sheet of both long and short paper bonds.

"Dyme, do you happen to see where this pile of," she made weird signs indicating a stockpile, "You know, the one I asked you to..." she trailed off completely.

Getting what she meant, and already having my suspicion, I made my way to her side drawer which was found on the far side of her office space. I pulled the files I was thinking of and when I placed the paperwork on the table, she finally — and instantly — calmed down. Every tension on her body eased and the frustration — as a frown plastered on her oval-shaped face before, gone.

something bad,

years now, I found

her big boss', which is great because it made everything between us so easy to understand; May that be just a single sigh of happiness, to the most complicated blabbering you

that stare,

thinks I made her look like a maniac a while ago and

I explained, trying my best to stop the smile from forming on

command, and the blush of embarrassment that appeared on her cheeks, which she tried to hide by placing a hand on her

help myself and giggle

too well

— ” She started,

“All the things you need

calm and collected one. Then, she quickly scanned the paperwork with professional eyes

again, “As per instruction, I got

some, this “cutting off” attitude is somewhat rude and unprofessional. But between the two of us, cutting off each other's speeches was just as normal as getting each other to talk about gossip —

on her eyeglasses and muttered “Good, good...” while starting on the files, “So,

quickly checking my notes for a confirmation, “it's a

pauses and eyed me; her cold stare was very scary that it almost made me shiver, “The

slightly, “Yes boss, same

“This will be

then. I gave her that moment as I got into thinking

attacked by our werewolf guests for weeks now. Most of it was anger issues — which is kinda normal for their kind, some were pure dissatisfaction and misunderstanding from our