"Mr Romano we are here" Carter blinked his eyes, adjusting to the harsh lighting. With his palm covering his eyes, he stepped out of the car. Damn him for forgetting his sunglasses in the camp.
The Alpha leaned forward, checking his appearance in the mirror. One thing he was conscious of was his apparel. The General made it clear that he has to appear professional as he can. After all he was one of the few selected to serve these elite people. One mistake and he would be back in the camp, guarding the border.
Carter grind his teeth together, noticing that his hair was all over the place. Stupid air. That's what happens when he decides to nap for a while. The journey from the camp to the mansion like the place was almost four hours. How can anyone blame him for sneaking a quick nap?
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