Althea stepped out of the elevator. She walked down the hallway, every worker she met, bowing and greeting until she came to a stop in front of a door.
She didn't knock, but opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind her. At the desk within the office, her father sat, running through the stack of documents on his desk.
He owned the company.
She walked over and took a seat on the chair opposite him.
"How have things been at the alpha's mansion?" Mr. Eliot asked.
"Chaotic," Althea responded. "She's been acting out, really badly and now rumors are flying around. Keelion might just have a lot of explaining to do. If people start thinking he has a relationship with a beta, they would oh so pity me, and who do you think they will side with?"
Her father looked at her.
"The poor substitute mate who is feeling used in this situation, or the whore of a beta who's trying to seduce the alpha?" She shrugged. "Of course it's me."
