I slipped from the room. Needing a moment. The pressure of being around these men more than I think I had expected. I was anxious simply from that pressure, and the intense and scrutinising way in which Alpha Carter seemed to glare at me terrified me. We had only just met, and he had already made his dislike for me clear. Yet I was assigned to be helping them, or so my father had stated. Maybe I could talk to my Alpha and suggest I was not suitable? Because my anxiousness was only going to cause friction. Which would simplylead to further mistakes. All very much a vicious circle.
Not one of the men inside of the office appeared to have looked up as I walked out of the room, and not one of them appeared to care. Which was fine by me. Hopefully that meant I may have a moment to compose mys
