Elijah POV
Jerome, being Jerome, didn’t bother knocking before entering my office. “Yo,” he greeted, in a tone that sounded so cheerful it must have been forced. “How goes it, alpha?”
Okay, yeah. He was definitely hiding something- or having a stroke. Maybe he was hiding the fact that he was having a stroke?
His smile fell. “You look constipated.”
“I’m wondering if you’re having a stroke or not,” I admitted, easily. Swiveling my chair away from the door, and back to what I’d been doing, I asked, “Do you remember how to work the fax machine?”
“Oh, goddess, I knew this day would come,” Jerome groaned, approaching the piece of machinery we’d treated like a decoration for the past several months. “Your father is gone, Garrison is gone- who else knows how to work this thing?”
“I don’t kn
