“You must be Marissa,” the man who opens the door to the Delta’s office says, the cheer in his voice quite obviously forced.
I don’t think he’s all that happy to see me, though I suppose that makes sense. The Alpha probably warned him that I've come here intending to be a thorn in his side.
I side-glance John, who still hasn’t said anything since my impromptu little speech or whatever it was. I know it was weird and awkward, but it felt like I should say it. He’s probably starting to think that I don’t really even like him all that much because of how stressed out and uncomfortable I’ve been since he showed up at New Horizon the other day and how I keep pushing to have my own space.
I also hope it was enough to convince him to hang back and let me handle this, though I never really too
