Stakes Claim On Her

Gabrielle Once I make my way up to the third floor I'm given the list of the conference rooms I'm to clear.

Each room is being assigned a worker to get things people need during the meeting and to clean up afterward for the next one.

Basically, I just have to stand at the back of the room until someone asks me to grab them another pen because they are too stupid to bring spares and then to clean up the garbage they leave behind.

I make my way to the door marked with a gold '8' and walk in.

This room hasn't been used today yet but because of the overflow, they have scheduled a few meeting over the next couple of hours.

I start by pulling out a glass pitcher and cups from the cupboard at the back of the conference room.

I place a few cups around the table before grabbing the pitcher and heading out into the hallway.

I have to ask the receptionist, whose name I don't know, where I go to full the pitcher.

She begrudgingly tells me to go use the sink in the lounge, clearly annoyed at my having to ask.

The lounge is where the creatures would go while they are waiting for a conference room to open up.

It has some couches and tables to sit at and serves coffee and little things to eat.

I make my way around the hallway and into the small, brightly lit room.

My eyes fall on the sink at the back of the room, next to an arrangement of coffee pots and bagels.

I quickly fill the pitcher and head out.

There are far too many wolves in that room to make me feel comfortable.

After the pitcher is all set up there isn't really anything else for me to do.

So I just wait.

As I hear the door open I straighten up and clasp my hands in front of me, bending my head downwards, toward the floor.

I plan to stay as silent as unnoticed as possible until I'm needed.

The last thing I want is to piss off some arrogant wolf because he thinks I'm ‘challenging his authority’ and end up with another bruise to match the faded one I already have.

Luckily the men take their seats without even sparing me a glance.

But the moment all the men take their seats a harsh voice cuts through the murmur of their pre-meeting small talk.

"Are you blind, deaf, and stupid? Because clearly if you weren't you would have your sweet ass bent over this table filling up our glasses, seeing as you were clearly too lazy to do it before we came in.’’ I had honestly just assumed that they would have just filled their glasses themselves.

is literally two feet in front

men are so big they probably wouldn't even have

is sitting at the head of the table, has a chance to scold me

their

stuff that I don't really understand so I just focus on the task at

last one is filled I place the

a strong

man whose lap I ungracefully end up in is the one who scolded me

he has me facing the table he grabs my chin and makes me look towards the pitcher

feel him lean his

you think is wrong

whispers in my

of his voice, the anger

this point, I was thoroughly

and yell, and I so badly wanted to slap this son of a

consequences of talking back

"You don't know?"

a mockingly sweet manner, as though he was speaking

decided not to go and refill the pitcher and instead

very nice, now is

up on my

of these other

just carrying on the meeting like nothing

it, sir’’ I feel like I am

afraid that

I

he

stomach slams

can see my pain I've already snatched up the pitcher

and I am safely alone

my blouse from my skirt and lift it up to expose my

angry red, which seemed to darken with each passing

has the chance to walk around the corner I tuck my

skirt is pressing into the

these high waisted

maze of hallways towards

if I take to long

the water sloshing in the

so quickly that when I round the corner I don't have time