It had been almost a week since the casino had closed. This meant that Oscar had been looking for a job for a week.But no matter how hard he tried, he was not getting any positive feedback.
"I don't understand why," he muttered to himself. "The interviews go really well, but then the next day they call to tell me they rejected me." Although most places were not even accepting him for an interview anymore. What was the problem? Oscar had probably worked as a waiter or a courier for many years, but now he wasn't getting hired even if he went around all the neighborhoods. But it wasn't too late to learn the answer.
He hadn't even turned on the light when he entered the house, but he frowned at the scent of pheromones he smelled. An overwhelming, powerful pheromone scent. Oscar took a few steps into the darkness, the dark silhouette on the couch just ahead becoming even more distinct.
"Do you always break into people's homes like this?" he asked when he turned on the light. The sudden light hurt his eyes for a moment, but he didn't care.
"I tried to make a nice greeting." The man sitting on the couch said. It was someone he knew, Victor Whitmore, the owner of room 247. Oscar looked into Victor's eyes, his dark eyes were unnerving.
"Why are you here?" Oscar tossed his bag over the edge of the couch.
"I think you know why, Kane." Oscar paused for a moment. Victor had called him by his last name. He had done some research on me, he thought. "I'm here to talk about the casino." Oscar swallowed hard, he should never have entered that room!
"Look, you think I'm the one who reported you to the police when I didn't even know exactly what was going on in that room?" Victor stood up from where he was sitting and took a few steps to stand in front of Oscar. The height difference between them made Oscar momentarily unnerved, but he didn't back down.
"I didn't ask you to explain yourself. But you have to be honest, Kane. I know you smelled blood in the room, I've seen enough people to know by their reactions. But surprisingly, you didn't tell anyone. Because I told you not to?" One eyebrow rose, probably testing Oscar.
"I really don't see how you can take credit for this. I just don't want to get involved in another man's business." Oscar protested. But he suddenly looked at Victor with confusion and a frown. If Victor knew that Oscar wasn't the one who called the police, then who sent the card?
"What's with that reaction?" Victor asked, but Oscar refused to answer. He didn't want to talk about the card, he had a bad feeling. That threat card... There was definitely something fishy about it.
"So? Why are you still here?"
"How welcoming of you," Victor said sarcastically. But then his serious expression returned. "You know the casino will be closed for a while, what are you going to do in the meantime?" Oscar was actually planning on getting another job, although he had been trying in vain for a week.
"I'll work somewhere until the casino opens." He paused. "If I can find a job." The corners of Victor's lips turned up for a brief moment.
"Don't bother looking for a job, it's impossible to find one this way." When Oscar looked at him as if to ask why, Victor continued, "They won't hire you unless I say otherwise."
"What are you talking about? Did you stop me from getting a job?" The cold tone in Oscar's voice became more pronounced. Victor remained silent, which meant yes. "Are you crazy? If you know I didn't report you, why are you bothering me?"
"Let's just say I'm keeping an eye on you." Victor said, keeping his cool. "And don't be so angry. I've already arranged a job for you." Oscar raised a eyebrow skeptically.
"Why would I get a job that you arranged? You'll probably just give me to a nightclub full of disgusting old men." There was a note of disgust in his voice as he even mentioned the possibility.
"It's not that kind of job." Victor sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Even though he understood the doubt in Oscar's words, he was still irritated. "You'll just be working as a waiter at a bar I manage. You can either wear a mask or reveal your entire face while working."
"What if I refuse?"
"I'll make you accept." He said it without any hesitation. "As I said, the casino will be closed for a while yet. Let's say you can't find another job, what are you going to do? Then you'll be the one going to the nightclub before I even think about it." Oscar clenched his fists. It was a possibility. He could make a lot of money in a nightclub, but he detested this job.
"No need, I'll wait until the casino opens then." Victor frowned. He didn't know why he felt so uncomfortable about keeping Oscar in sight. But the young man in front of him was getting on his nerves.
"If you were a little more docile, things would be easier. Seriously, what kind are you?" That's it! No matter how much research Victor did, Oscar's best kept secret was that he was an omega. Oscar wasn't a baby born in a hospital. He had never been to a hospital because of his mother's debts, and he had found a way to hide his type until this age. He had even refused to receive help when he first came into heat. Playing the beta role was easiest for an omega with very weak pheromones.
"Why do you ask?" He looked into Victor's eyes. Victor turned his head after a while and looked around the house.
"Never mind. It's pointless to ask when even your house smells like cheap air freshener instead of pheromones." Oscar rolled his eyes.
"Then fuck off. I don't want to see a stuck-up alpha in my house either." Victor let out a small laugh.
"You're being quite rude, I'm just hanging out with you." He pulled a card out of his pocket, a dark navy blue. It had numbers on it. He forced the card into Oscar's hand.
"What is this?"
"It's my secretary's number." A wry smile appeared on his face. "Reject as much as you like, just remember that I'm going to get you a job. Staying at home doesn't suit you." Oscar sighed and tossed the card onto the table. If Victor was being so definite, was he planning something? Oscar winced at the possibility, but he held himself back.
"Go away, don't you ever enter my house without telling me again." Victor shrugged indifferently at Oscar's stern warning and walked to the door. But before he closed the door behind him, he glanced over his shoulder at the house and then at Oscar.
"He's just a stubborn, stupid beta," he thought, and left the house.