Chapter Eight- Historical Legacy
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Sarah‘s POV
I am Sarah Andrew, an Alpha born into a distinguished werewolf family, while my twin sister Monica is an Omega. Our family was celebrated among werewolves, but internal strife and relentless attacks ultimately led to our downfall, leaving us nearly obliterated. Fortunately, Andrew rescued us and offered us a new life within his family. Monica and I swore our allegiance to him. Within Andrew's family, my public role is managing all the bars owned by the family. These bars are highly esteemed among the elite of North York City and are frequented by both werewolves and humans. Each establishment is meticulously designed to offer top-tier service and luxurious experiences. However, beneath this glamorous exterior lies my true, lucrative venture: the escort business. My clientele includes business magnates, political figures, and other high-profile individuals. Their needs go beyond mere companionship, often involving secretive transactions and power exchanges. Many business deals and political decisions are subtly facilitated through my arrangements, and I profit handsomely from these activities.
The escorts I provide are elite, chosen for their stunning appearances and exceptional service. Most are Omegas, naturally gifted at arousing Alphas. However, with the decreasing number of Omegas, my business faces a significant threat. To tackle this issue, my sister Monica, who has witch blood, employs her unique talents. She uses her witchcraft and potion-making skills to create a synthetic Omega potion. This potion enables select Betas and Alphas to exhibit Omega traits, thus stimulating and satisfying Alphas’ desires.
I awoke from my thoughts to find it was already 2 PM. After considering the day's tasks, I got out of bed and called Elena.
"Hey, Elena, how are you feeling today? Are you free to talk tonight?" I asked, keeping my tone casual.
"Hi, Ms. Sarah, I'm feeling much better, thank you for your concern. Is there something specific you need?" Her voice carried a hint of curiosity.
"Actually, it’s not about me. It’s about a client from last night. He’s quite interested in you and is keen on establishing a long-term arrangement. What do you think?" I cut to the chase.
"Mr. Andrew's skills are indeed impressive, and I had a great time last night. But his stamina and technique are quite intense. Working with him daily might be a bit overwhelming for me," Elena replied, hesitating slightly.
"He only requires such services occasionally, but he would prefer a more exclusive arrangement on the days you’re scheduled with him. As for the financial terms, we can negotiate. You know Andrew’s reputation in North York City; this connection could offer you many advantages. Think it over," I explained, hoping to help her make an informed decision.
"Alright, Ms. Sarah, I’m very interested in this opportunity, but I need some time to consider it. Could I give you my decision tomorrow?" Elena responded.
"Deal, Elena. Take your time to consider the terms and your requirements. I’ll do my best to advocate for you with Andrew," I said, feeling satisfied as if the outcome was already set.
"Thank you, Ms. Sarah. I’ll get back to you with a definite answer tomorrow."
"Looking forward to it, Elena. I won’t keep you any longer. Just give me a call when you’re ready," I concluded, but then added, "Actually, it might be better if you came to the bar tomorrow to discuss this in person. I’ll be there most of the time."
"If we meet at the bar, will Mr. Andrew be present, or will we just discuss it?" Elena asked tentatively.
"Andrew is usually very busy, and his private time typically requires a week’s notice. However, I can check for you. Given your performance last night, he might make an exception," I explained.
"Okay, Ms. Sarah. I'll see you tomorrow then," Elena said, her voice tinged with anticipation.
"Goodbye, Elena." I hung up the phone.
As I contemplated whether to take another nap before heading to the bar, Henry's call came through.
"Hi, boss. Are you up? I’m calling because there’s an urgent issue," Henry said, his tone anxious.
"What’s going on, Henry? The bar isn’t even open yet!" I asked, somewhat indifferent.
"It’s about Mary. One of her regular clients called and insisted she accompany him tonight," Henry explained, his voice laden with frustration.
"Tell him Mary is sick and has taken the day off. Suggest he choose between Maria, Philip, or even you, Henry," I said half-jokingly.
"Boss, no joking here. The client is Josh from the Brown family. You know how volatile and demanding he can be. He’s insisting on Mary," Henry said, clearly not amused by my joke.
"Dammit! Mary—this is a mess. Alright, calm him down. Tell him Mary is unavailable and that we’re trying to reach her. If we can’t locate Mary, I’ll go explain it personally and arrange a complimentary service for him," I said, cursing under my breath before sighing and speaking seriously.
"Understood, Ms. Sarah. I’ll handle Josh as you instructed. What time will you be at the bar?" Henry asked, relieved but still concerned.
"Same as usual. Keep me posted on any developments. We might not be able to hide Mary’s absence for long, so think of a backup plan," I said, cursing Mary and Alex once more in my mind.
"Alright, Ms. Sarah. See you tonight."
"Goodbye, Henry." I hung up.
After ending the call, my thoughts wandered back to Alex’s sister from last night. George had mentioned she was an Omega disguised as a Beta. Despite her delicate appearance, her disguise suggested a degree of cunning. Her blonde hair and blue eyes stood out starkly in the dimly lit bar. I considered that she might be a good replacement for Mary and her talent for perfume-making could help reduce some of our fragrance development costs. I mulled over this while taking a shower.
After dinner, I drove to the bar.
I called my sister Monica. "Hi, Monica, how’s life abroad?"
"Hi, Sarah. I’ve returned to North York. I came back last night and spent the entire day with Bonnie. I haven’t had a chance to update you yet," Monica’s voice carried an apologetic tone.
"Why did you come back? Did Bonnie call for you? What’s the reason?" I asked, surprised.
"Due to Alpha sensitivity issues, Bonnie found a potential treatment involving an Omega’s pheromones. Since he’s had a relapse, I had to come back quickly to discuss a solution. I returned last night with my team, and today we’ve been reviewing documents. We plan to meet with Ms. Joanna tomorrow," Monica explained.
"Why Joanna? This is strange. George only told me she was an Omega; no other details. My plan to replace Mary is falling apart. Damn it," I said in frustration, realizing I’d have to find a new candidate.
"What? Are you considering Joanna for Mary’s spot? That’s not possible. Joanna can only work for Andrew. Even if Joanna wanted to take on two jobs, Andrew’s personality means he wouldn’t agree," Monica said with concern.
"I know, I know. Are you free tonight? I must handle the fallout from Mary’s situation at the Rousseau bar. If you’re done with your work, maybe you and Bonnie can come by," I suggested, hoping to discuss the situation in detail.
"We might be busy tonight. We need to finalize at least a treatment outline. We’ll see if Andrew is available tomorrow, and if so, we’ll meet with him and Ms. Joanna. If you’re free in the afternoon or evening, we’ll let you know," Monica said.
"Alright, Monica. If it’s in the afternoon, I’ll be available. I look forward to your call. Let’s plan to catch up tomorrow night after this is settled."
"Okay, Sarah. For now, go ahead and take care of your tasks. I’ll be in touch."
"Bye, Monica!" I said as I hung up. The news about Joanna left me unsettled. I cursed Mary and Alex, frustrated by the complications they’d caused. The mess with Josh and Mary was originally part of Andrew’s plan, and now that Mary is gone, someone else must handle it. Moreover, Joanna’s seemingly weak demeanor made me question her potential for manipulation. That she’d hidden her Omega identity for so long suggested she might be cunning enough to leverage it for gain.
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