Page 170 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
My mouth opens in surprise and she studies me.
“Are they nice?”
“They’re the best,” I admit.
She picks up a handful of paper stapled together. “You know the interesting thing about these tests?”
“No,” I say when I realize she’s waiting for me to answer.
“While it’s a bit obscene to think that you can find your match based on a compatibility test, the test isn’t that bad at finding matches that work well together. The pack I ended up with was actually my top match. Isn’t that fucking wild?”
I shrug. “Maybe that was a coincidence.”
“Maybe.” She stands and goes to a filing cabinet. “What’s your name again?”
I tell her and she pulls open a drawer, digging through files until she finds what she’s looking for.
“Here. Those are your top matches.”
Taking the small packet, I glance over the pack names. Pack Cocker isn’t on the list. I hand her the papers.
“My pack isn’t on there.”
“Fuck.” She huffs and glares at the packet.
“Sorry?”
She sighs. “No, it’s fine. I had thought I could make some small changes with how things were done and everything would work out for the best, but I’m starting to think that it’ll be more complicated than that.”
“So what’s your plan?”
Sitting down, she flips through the pages of another test result. “I honestly don’t fucking know. My mates support me in whatever I decide, but they don’t see anything wrong with the test.”
I laugh. “That’s because it’s all they’ve ever known, and the men always received the benefit.”
“True.” She tosses the papers onto her desk and kicks her foot up on her desk. “What the fuck do we do, Whitney?”
She’s asking me? I take in the stacks or results and think it over. Maybe knowing if you’re compatible with a pack isn’t the worst thing, but perhaps there’s a better way to find matches.
Shaking my head, I lift a shoulder. “What if you give them options? Like pick your top five packs sort of deal?”
The idea doesn’t sound horrible, but it still doesn’t address when the compatibility test fails.
“Options. I like that.”
“It may not be the final solution though. There are a lot of things you could try… but each change will take time. If one fails, you can always try another.” My phone vibrates in my purse, reminding me of the reason why I came to see her. “So, about my pack.”
“Oh, yeah. Fuck it, they’re good.”
I burst out laughing. “You’re so different than I expected.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She smooths her messy bun. “So when can you start?”
“Huh?”
“I’m hiring you whether you like it or not. Does Monday work?” She flashes her teeth at me and patiently waits for me to cave in.
I have a feeling that smile usually gets her what she wants.
