Alphas Possession

Chapter 17

Zara POV

“Zara Maverick?” The mailman asks, looking a little shocked. Okay, who am I kidding? The poor man looks so shocked he could jump out of his own skin.

I nod and smile at him as politely as I can, while the only thought in my mind is a reminder not to close my eyes and faint right in front of him. I will drop dead before I let Thane humiliate me like this and fire me over a stupid joke he’s pulling on me.

I mean, who, in their right mind, sends their employee for an important package ten minutes before the supposed arrival of the mailman? That prick is more slippery than a sea cucumber.

I try to focus on deep breaths as I dig through my bag and present the mailman with my work tag. The old man sighs but still digs through the back of his van and hands me a huge envelope of what I suppose has to be some important documents. 1 sign his papers, thank the man and walk to the stairs out the front of the building. Once I reach them, I collapse on the steps. My breathing was as heavy and rapid as it was when I caught the mailman. And yet, even now, I don’t care that I might look homeless I just ran down an entire street, all the way down here in panic. They could give me a damn break.

Once I’m sure I can stand up without fainting or throwing up, I move towards the doors I saw the security staff unlock a couple of minutes ago.

As I enter the building, I show the security guard my employee ID, and he lets me through. I ignore the odd look he gives me and hurry toward the elevators.

When I get to my floor, I walk around, turning on all the lights. Then I turn toward my desk and power up my computer. Setting the envelope of documents on the edge of my desk, I dig through my bag for a hairbrush and the small set of makeup I carry around for emergencies. Such as this.

kitchenette, where I get their mugs ready and prepare them for the boss’s morning coffee while making one for myself too. I dump two teaspoons of coffee in my mug and grin-this much I’ve earned after the awful morning I had. Fuck, I hate running more than I hate morning

and I can gulp down a few mouthfuls of the warm juice of gods, I can feel the caffeinated beverage warm my

ones to their tablets and desktops. Once I’m done with emails, I check their meeting schedules

kitchenette, I’m about to make their coffees when a childish, evil thought

in the trash and take his mug to the toilet, giving it a rise inside

CCR those.

a paper towel to dry his mug before I walk

when I gasp. Fuck! It’s the wrong mug! The golden

the fuck did I miss that detail and mess up such a noticeable

wash the mug and fix my stupid mistake when I stop in my tracks when I

aware that if I wash the mug in front of Rhen, he might suspect my doings. What’s done is done; I can’t take away the stupid

plucks his mug from my hand just as Thane walks in,

no ‘good morning sunshine now? I’ll show him! One day he

messing

stutter out, and he looks