Daniel
The afternoon runs on calendars, vendor calls, a mediation about a parking spot that somehow turned into a feud last winter and a visit from Fallon to go over roster changes Ethan pushed from Ops. Fallon is stone on the outside and steady on the inside, the perfect Gamma. He tracks every detail I hand him, asks three sharp questions, and leaves with a plan for the south ridge that doesn't rely on anyone being heroic.
At 4:30PM, father calls me back to the conference room. The Alpha manual sits open now, flanked by two chairs placed a degree too far apart to feel like collaboration.
"Sit," he says.
I do.
He laces his fingers. "The pack is watching," he says, a fact so obvious it doesn't deserve air. "You will not undermine your Alphas by chasing the approval of peopl
