MOLLY'S POV
"What do you mean you don't understand the inventory system? It's just a matter of matching numbers!"
Molly slammed the bundle of logistics reports onto the table. The sound made the three senior Omegas standing in front of her flinch in surprise.
With a smug expression, Molly folded her arms across her chest and stared at them with sharp eyes full of contempt.
Of course, she felt entitled to do so. As the woman now occupying the Alpha's master bedroom, she refused to be looked down upon.
Hannah may have built this entire charity bazaar team from the ground up, but she was the past now, Molly sneered inwardly.
Organizing a celebration and charity bazaar like this should have been easy for anyone with authority. Molly wanted to prove to the entire pack that she was far
