Michael Angelo
After informing my company that I will be heading out for a breath of fresh air, I stood up from the seat and dashed out of the lobby.
I was midway to the exit when I breath in another scent, and this time, I knew who it was.
More like, who they were, since it was two distinct scents of spice and wood.
I glanced up and was in time to see the Killer Alphas of the North, stepping out of one of the resort's elevators.
Having to have smelled me too, the two snapped their attention from each other — because they were chatting at that moment — to my direction.
Then, on instinct, they immediately strode toward me and when they were in front of me, they quickly kneeled and bowed their heads in respect.
“Our King,” they both greeted.
Ugh!
Why can't these people just be casua
