/Zach's POV/
The Alpha groaned when he looked at his cellphone. Why was his father calling him? He did have an idea though. Clearing his throat he slid the green icon.
"Hello?"
"Zach? Hello?"
"Yes Dad" He rolled his eyes.
"I heard about the deal son. But I can't get hold of Emily. Just tell her that we are very proud of her and will be visiting soon."
Zach sighed while slumping against his seat. Great.
"Yeah fine. And?"
"What's with your tone? Are you drunk?"
"No" He quickly lied and cleared his throat, "No I'm actually working. I'll tell her as soon as I go home."
"You're still in office? You should be celebrating her victory. Maybe take her to that Italian place we went last summer."
Zach aimlessly swirled his glass of whiskey and hummed. He just couldn't get over her
