Even when Oscar was at home, he was not at peace. As a result of not being able to sleep all night, he had to go to work with dark circles under his eyes. Still, he was lucky because he started work in the afternoon and finished around midnight. Going to work in the morning, in weather that was even colder than at night, had tired him out at the time. But unfortunately, not everything went well.
The casino's opening time that day was delayed. When Oscar walked in, he saw no customers. Before he knew what was happening, a coworker had arrived, a tall beta named Sean. He was something like a floor manager who was generally responsible for cleaning the rooms.
"Sean, why is this place empty?" Oscar asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. Sean swallowed and looked away.
"We've been reported to the police."
"What?" Oscar's question hung in the air. "What do you mean?"
"I told you!" He snapped. "We've been reported. The boss is calling all the staff." Oscar frowned but didn't let it continue, he and Sean headed to the boss's office.
There was deathly silence inside. Boss Ezra's eyes were blazing with fire. He began to explain the situation. Someone called the police last night and said there had been a murder in room 247. When the police suddenly raided, many of the casino's VIPs were also taken to the police station.
"The room that was reported to the police belonged to Victor Whitmore. I'm telling you, if this isn't covered up, Whitmore will kill us before the police take us to prison!" Ezra's voice echoed through the room. Victor... He was the alpha Oscar had seen in the room last night. Oscar shivered at the memory.
"So what happens now?" Sean asked nervously.Ezra pinched the bridge of his nose.
"The casino is going to be closed for a while. Whitmore will of course take care of it, but until then we'll have to wait." Everyone objected, but finally a question was asked.
"Any leads on the person reporting to police?" Ezra thought for a moment.
"Has anyone else entered the room, other than the cleaners?" Everyone looked at each other at first, but then all eyes turned to Oscar, who raised his hand.
"I had to go in to get room service."
"What did you see in that room?" Oscar paused for a moment at this question. He had to be honest.
"Everything was normal at first, but then I saw someone lying in bed. There was a smell of... blood in the room." Ezra frowned, and everyone else began whispering to each other. Of course, the new rookie had attracted attention. He had only been working here a few weeks.
"Look, Oscar. You have to be honest, okay? Did you call the police?"
"No, Sir. The owner of the room gave me a warning. I was going to tell you, but I wasn't the one who called the police." Oscar looked as confident as he could be. But he could hear the whispers around him.
"He's lying. He was the last one in the room!"
"That's why I hate rookies." Oscar tried hard not to look back. He wasn't guilty, but he was considered guilty simply because he was the easiest to blame in the eyes of people. Even though his eyebrows were furrowed, he controlled himself.
"Whoever called the police is irrelevant at this point. The casino will remain closed for a while as it will be under police control." Of course, no one liked these words. But there was nothing that could be done. Because the police had ensured that the other rooms were closed, no one could even enter another place. Even the staff rooms where their belongings were kept were closed for examination. All they could do was return home and wait. Even as he was leaving there, almost all eyes were on Oscar. He was the prime suspect of the tip, but he was also one of the most innocent ones!
He didn't want to go home early that day. His biggest excuse to get out of those four walls was to go to work.
"God, will I ever find peace in a workplace?" he muttered to himself as he entered a shop that was on the corner and had been there for a long time. He wanted to clear his head, and considering he hadn't had anything to drink in a long time, he figured a little alcohol wouldn't hurt. How strange it was, even though he had been working in places where alcohol was consumed for a while, he was not addicted to alcohol. The more he saw with his own eyes what alcohol could do to a person, the more he hated it. But right now, his hatred couldn't stop him. His noisy mind had become quieter as he got drunker in the coming hours. After a while, he wasn't even sure what he was drinking. It was debatable how healthy it was for him to drink so much alcohol as an omega, but Oscar already thought he was making every mistake he could. He was used to the question, "What more could there be?" even though it was more and more every time.
On the way home, despite the season, he didn't feel the cold air that much because of the alcohol in his body. But his calmed mind became noisy with many thoughts again as soon as he entered the home with a realization.
"Someone has entered my home." Oscar's pheromones were weak, but he was definitely not so stupid that he could not detect scents. The only smell in his own house normally came from the air freshener spray that was on the table, and that was finished, and Oscar had forgotten to buy a new one for a while. But now there was another pheromone scent in his house. A very familiar smell. The pheromone scent of the alpha in room 247!
Oscar quickly turned on the lights and walked through the rooms. Fortunately, there was no one there, but many traces were left behind. The objects on the couch in the living room finally caught Oscar's eye. A piece of paper and a piece of cloth. It was a piece of fabric left over from the bed in the room. Oscar swallowed and read what was written on the paper:
You looked like you were going to be smarter.
"My God... What nonsense is this man talking about? I didn't report anyone to the police." Oscar crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash. But he felt a pang of unease.
"Victor Whitmore... What do you want from me?"