The Alpha King's office was quiet, save for the steady ticking of the large brass clock mounted on the wall. Morning light spilled across the polished surface of his desk, catching on neatly stacked reports, contracts, and one slim receipt lying at the top of the pile.
He stared at it.
A charge from the high-end restaurant he kept on retainer for official business—and, occasionally, for his sister's less-than-official whims. Last night’s bill.
Two entrees. Dessert. Wine. Truffle pasta.
His jaw ticked.
He pressed a button on his desk phone and waited.
Victoria picked up on the third ring. "Yes, dearest brother?"
"Explain," he cut to the chase
“Okay, okay. First of all—rude. Second of all, it was one dinner.”
"This bill is for the restaurant I take important clients."
“Yes, yes, at
