Page 7 of Single Omega Dad
“So why talk to me? Go to HR and fill out the required forms for time off.”
“I will, but right now, I have this meeting.”
“Cancel it.”
“I can’t. The Omega who needs a signatory has let this slide until his deadline is up. He could lose access to all his accounts and he’s got little ones.”
I sighed. “It means a lot of follow up because if I sign on this account it’s my name on the line. I can’t just change it on a whim to your signature. It’ll take tons of legal forms.”
“It’s an easy case. I swear. And you’re good at all that. It’s a no-brainer for you. The Omega says he’s been handling the household bills already for years. You won’t need to do much. He just needs an Alpha to sign off. It’ll be paperwork that’s maybe twice a month. That’s it.”
“That’s it, you say? Huh. You behave as if you think I have no life.”
“I swear if you cover for me I’ll do anything you want. Anything.”
“Anything?” I raised my left eyebrow and leaned back in my desk chair. Certainly I had the time. My job was mostly a show of power. My father owned the bank. He liked to keep a family presence there. I was his flashy mouthpiece, the guy who stood around looking important and making employees nervous.
“Anything,” he said a little breathlessly.
But mostly I took long lunches and played video games on my office computer because my workload was definitely not full-time. If I did a guy a favor, it was for a price. Father taught me to be ruthless that way. I saw nothing wrong with that.
“I’ll hold you to thatanything,” I said.
“Thank you, Mathias. Thank you so much! I’m emailing you all the docs right now.”
I hung up before he could embarrass himself even more. The dude was so in love it was irritating.
I glanced at the clock. It was nine-twenty. Great. Nothing like waiting until the last minute. Cord had no sense.
I had ten minutes to prepare. As his email came in, I saw the file size was pretty big. Damn him.
I had to get some paperwork together as well as printouts of this Omega’s accounts. Seriously, Cord was going to pay for this.
By the time I headed downstairs, I was already five minutes late and my phone beeper was going off.
I ignored it as the elevator doors opened, depositing me in the bank’s shiny, marble-floored foyer.
I saw him right away. The Omega who needed a guardian because of the untimely death of his Alpha. He was the only Omega in the vast space of the bank’s first floor, looking small and out of place with two identical children, one on either side of him holding his hands.
Great. Cord was really going to owe me now. He didn’t tell me the guy was bringing his litter. With the exception of my little brothers, who were both just about to turn eighteen, I had no patience for kids.
I let out an annoyed breath and quickly approached the little family.
“Saber Volmar?”
The Omega looked up quickly, eyes hard, wary. His sons gazed at me with big eyes and tilted heads. They both looked like him, but from their scents, I could immediately tell they were mirror twins. One was an Alpha and one an Omega, unlike my little brothers who were both Alphas. In mirror twins, the Omega was usually a leftie, and in many even their organs were reversed inside their bodies.
I knew this because of Bren and Mica and their weird identical twin thing. Though I was a triplet, my litter mates and I were not identical in any way.
The Omega dad did not answer my question outright. He said, “You’re not the guy I talked to on the phone.”
“No. He had an emergency. So you’re dealing with me.” With an Alpha, I would hold out my hand and introduce myself. But I didn’t deal with Omegas much except during my Burn.
Saber Volmar was a dark blond with severe hazel eyes that seared right through me.
“I can come back,” he said.
A sweet lilac scent floated about me and as I inhaled, my pulse quickened. I’d just come out of my Burn so I shouldn’t have responded that way. It wasn’t that I didn’t have sexual encounters outside the Burn, simply it was a fact that my sex drive diminished for several days afterward. The oddness of the sensation took me back for a second. I swallowed hard, focusing on the task at hand.
