Page 21 of The Alpha's Fake Mate
I find it strange that you sent me a real letter. Is that even done anymore?
I can only assume the discourse you want with me is perhaps more hands on?
I am not comfortable meeting Alphas face to face, even ones who “send a car,” if I have a choice.
If it makes your day, then by all means, email away with all your thoughts about making this dark world a brighter place. It will entertain me, at least, and at best I will get a nice laugh out of it.
You might think shipping to the farm better hair products, silk robes, cake and more flashy toys for the younger ones is helping. That if you can make us feel better about ourselves you’re chasing away the shadows. Well, the sun can shine all it wants but it doesn’t change the fact that surrounding it is infinite void, and the stars are so far apart they can’t even touch. Did you know the light of the closest star takes 4.37 years to reach us?
You cannot change the laws of physics. You alone cannot change the law of our world.
It amuses me you want to even try. However, it does not surprise me. Only Alpha arrogance could be so blind.
Holland
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The email came just after I’d looked up Holland’s files. As owner, I had access to them all. I could read all his grades from every year of classes since he was five years old. I could see every note his therapist had made in the weeks since the attack upon him. All his private medical files were open to me.
As owner of Zilly’s, Holland had no privacy from me. I had the right to look at every word that had been filed on him, every record, every report and every photo and vid that had ever been made.
Sure it was legal for me to have all this, but I couldn’t stop picturing his face scrunched up in fury, and I felt like a creep looking it all over. Like I was watching him when he didn’t know I was looking.
Sure, Alphas could be creeps but I didn’t want to be one of them.
However, I could not look away from his most recent medical report. I went cold inside as I read how he had been so brutally raped and tortured. He’d had a broken wrist, broken knuckles, fractured ribs and a badly sprained ankle. He’d been torn in the most private of places. He’d been bruised badly all over his body and a photo of his face inserted with the online file showed him so swollen and purple he was unrecognizable.
I had to sit with my eyes closed for a moment to calm myself before I went to the Alpha vetting service for Zilly’s and researched it.
The service they used had a website and a form to fill out. I took one look at the form and realized it wasn’t good enough. It did not force Alphas to give enough sources for staff background checks. It wasn’t required and of course they made minimal effort to check Alpha status before giving the green light for an Alpha to use Zilly’s Omega services.
I sent emails to my staff to ask the vetting company to come up with a more detailed form for background checks, or fire the service and find a better one. I insisted in depth records on Alphas re-using Zilly’s services be kept and updated every six months.
They’d hate me for the extra work but I didn’t care. I wasn’t my dad and I wasn’t going to blindly follow in his footsteps. If I kept Zilly’s, I was going to make sure the higher class establishment that Zilly’s was ran as well as possible. It made plenty of profit. There was no excuse for short-cuts.
Accidents like what happened to Holland should never happen. I knew it was impossible to one hundred percent prevent that sort of thing—determined Alphas could get away with a lot and never be labeled or punished—but anything I could do to make my Omegas safer, I would do.
MyOmegas?
Why was I even thinking that way?
Of course, I owned the farm. A chattel farm.Chattelreally was an unfortunate word used commonly in society that made it seem as if they were nothing more than stock, like farm animals.
Technically, legally, I did own them.
Ethically, it was a horror for me to even think it.
Finally, I wrote back to Holland.
Chapter Seven
Holland
I pulled up Orion’s second email on a new tablet I’d received when a shipment of tablets, laptops and reader units arrived several nights after Holland’s tour.
We’d all had reading tablets before, but none with the ability to connect to wifi. To go online, we had to use the classroom computers.
Orion changed all that for us in a heartbeat.
