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.

come on! The pitcher is literally two feet in front

men are so big they probably wouldn't even have to lean over

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

their glasses

start discussing a lot of stuff that I don't really understand so I just focus on

is filled I place the pitcher back on

turn around I feel a strong arm

I ungracefully end up in is the one who scolded me

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

lean his head down closer

me.What do you think

in my

his voice, the

don't know, sir’’ At this point,

and I so badly wanted to slap this

just a human, one who knows the consequences of talking back to

"You don't know?"

manner, as though he was speaking

refill the pitcher and instead left us with

nice, now

on my

be assaulted and none of these other

are just carrying on the

sir’’ I feel like I am a solid

that I

I would,

sentence he roughly shoves me out of

stomach slams into the

but before they can see my pain I've already snatched up the

safely

and

an angry

the chance to walk around the corner I tuck

is pressing into the newly forming

these high waisted

the maze of hallways towards the lounge area

I'm worried if I take to long

the water sloshing in the

when I round the corner I don't have time