"This just came up by your pack courier. Marked urgent, Alpha to Alpha."
The official Duskpaw message arrived while I was reviewing quarterly projections. I didn't get to see the messenger they sent personally, which is probably just as well. I'm not sure I could control myself around one of them looking for her.
Claire placed it on my desk with an unusual amount of hesitation. With a more serious, professional expression this time in her eyes… than the cheek holding, smug look and occasional thumbs up she kept giving me the first hour after we started work today.
She wouldn't tell me why she was in that good of a mood this morning. So much that she was being more like her off-work self than her 'robotic' assistant mask.
But she did ask me a single time if I liked girls that are 'really into rock'.
"Seems like this is important."
