GELLER'S POV
I stood just outside the pack house entrance, once again being grilled by my Beta and Gamma about how I’d handled the situation with Emory. They weren’t letting up, especially about me cutting off her phone service.
"Do you even pay her a salary?" Alec demanded, his tone sharp.
I fell silent, realizing I hadn’t arranged for compensation. It had seemed justified at the time because I had been blinded by anger and sorrow.
"I'll look into it," was all I could say in response.
Knox let out an exasperated sigh and slapped his palm against his forehead. "The kid works as hard as any other staff member," he said. "If you can’t bring yourself to treat her like family, fine. But at least have the decency to treat her fairly."
Before I could respond, the door of the main entrance
