Chapter 37 CHAPTER 37
Evelyn’s POV
I didn’t believe it until I arrived at the office room, with my name plastered on the door. EVELYN GREENWOOD. PRODUCT MANAGER II.
I ran my fingers over it. I always found it exciting when Alpha Michael attached his surname to my name. It was a temporary thing but it was a reminder to everyone at Greywood’s industries that I was important.
I could tell that the office was newly renovated. It still smelt slightly of new paint, new furniture and leather. I felt a surge of new confidence. I could still win this. All I needed to do was to remain focused from now on and work really hard. Rosaleen had started the quarter impressively, but I would win it.
I retrieved my items from storage and moved them to the new office. I had a secretary. She wasn’t a personal one, she was a floor secretary covering three offices, including Rosaleen's office. My laptop was sent to technical support and he promised to do his best.
I flipped the card of Tamara Booker in my hands. I needed to make a friend with someone at Greywood. I found her office on the ground floor. Her office was a small cubicle made entirely of glass and I could see her before I stepped in. I smiled when I recognised her.
“You are Tamara Booker?” I asked, after tapping gently on her door.
She seemed startled. “Yes. Tamara Booker. Human Resource office.”
“Can I come in?”
She rose up from her desk. “Absolutely.”
She seemed quite confused that I was smiling. Perhaps she didn’t recognise me. Her office was tight and a lot of charts and sacs were scattered in a pie. It seemed she was busy with a project.
“You don’t recognise me?” I asked, walking towards the sofa.
“I know who you are," she chuckled dryly. “Please, sit.”
I sat down. “No, not that,” I replied. “We have met before. That evening I was running out of the mansion and bumped into you.”
Her thin lips spread into a smile. “Oh, I remember that,” she said. “I didn’t think you’d remember me.”
I nodded slowly. That was the day my father had passed away. “I don’t think I apologised for bumping into you like that,” I continued. “I received terrible news that night.”
“It’s okay,” she replied. “And I think you apologised.”
My eyes travelled around the room again, registering the position of every item. “If you don’t mind me asking, why were you there that day?”
She blinked. “I was paying a visit to my aunt.”
“Your aunt?”
“The housekeeper.” She laughed gently.
My lips formed a surprised O. “You are the niece of the housekeeper?”
She nodded.
“I’m quite fond of her,” I said, feeling more comfortable with her suddenly. “What project are you working on? You seem quite busy.”
She sighed. “The department is planning an end of year mating gala. A lot of workers are getting burnt up from work. No time for families and the unmarried don't even have the time to find their mates. So, we are trying to create a social gathering to help.”
I nodded. “That is quite thoughtful. Does it really affect work productivity?”
She rolled her eyes. “You have no idea. The board has approved the project. All I'm hoping for now is that it doesn’t flop.”
An idea clicked in my head instantly. I had just found a new problem that I could create a solution for. A product that would incense productivity not just within Greywood.
“It was nice chatting with you, Tamara,” I said, rising to my feet. “I absolutely enjoyed talking to you. I have to be on my way, but I will visit soon.”
She smiled and nodded. “Thanks for dropping by.”
I turned as I got to the door. “Let’s work together on your project, Tamara. I’ll give you details later.”
I hurried back to my office, the details of my new project filling my mind. I took my pad and began to write as the idea came. I was going to develop a product, a technology that could help find and strengthen mate bonds. It was something that would help those who were too busy to find their mates, a technology that could help me too. I scribbled fast, thinking of the possibilities and wondering if I could draw up a proposal that same day and have it on Alpha Michael’s desk by the following morning.
My phone buzzed much later, pulling me away from my thoughts. It was a message from Alpha Michael. There was an article attached to the message. I dropped my pen and opened the article. The headline hit me like a punch to the head.
My chest tightened and my vision blurred. I felt as though blood was flowing away from my head. pushed away from my desk, scratching the chair on the floor. Another text followed from him.
“Is this true?”
I rose up, walking towards the window and undoing the buttons of my shirt. I hyperventilated. Why was this out suddenly? Memories of my childhood filled my mind. The years when I had struggled and anticipated connecting with my wolf. The disappointments that followed and the rejections.
“She is a useless one, that child,” my stepmother had said. “She is good for nothing.”
Years passed and I stopped thinking about it. I reconciled with the fact that I could never connect with my wolf, and no one had to know about it.
Another message followed. “Are you a witch?”
I stumbled back. I wasn't sure who I was and perhaps I needed to start asking questions. I thought of my wounded ankle that had healed suddenly. I thought of the visions I had. I knew I wasn't a witch. My father was a wolf, and he told me my mother was a wolf too. I came from a strong family of wolves, historically priests and priestess to the moon goddess.
My fingers moved in a scurry over my phone as I typed. “It’s true I have not been able to connect with my wolf, but I am a true wolf.”
I exhaled. Jolene was the only person who knew about this apart from my step mum. I had confided in her about my inabilities.