Third Person's POV
There were things he'd spent years ignoring, telling himself the past was dead and buried.
But looking at the cold, hard facts now? He realized he'd been a world-class prick.
He needed to fix it. Another trip. A real one.
Christmas was coming up—the perfect PR move.
Mortimer didn't waste time. He hit the mind-link.
"Tade. Get in here."
Tade, who had been slacking off in his cubicle, nearly fell out of his chair.
He let out a mental groan, terrified the Boss was about to finish him for correctly identifying the real Luna earlier.
He scrambled into the office, standing at attention.
"You called, Alpha Mortimer?" Tade flashed his best professional grin.
Mortimer didn't look up. "Clear my schedule before the holidays. Find a high-end travel firm. I want a two-week
