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And the next thing I knew, I was in the back of this sleek black sedan another of his numerous cars that I could never even dream of affording, city lights of New Athens whizzing by like a blur of fireflies, while Mr. Fairchild...again, my stoic, impossibly attractive boss sat across from me, looking like he was about to give a eulogy for our one-night fling.
Thankfully, the privacy screen was up, so our ever-reliable driver, Mr. Harlan, wouldn't overhear what was turning into the second most awkward conversation of my life.
(The first was sitting across from my mom days after I presented as an omega with her explaining the role of Omegas in the lives of Alpha's, sex, heats, ruts, and how to avoid getting pregnant at the tender age of fourteen)
