Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate

Elodie’s POV

"I’m thirsty," I said.

I didn’t even look up from my screen. My throat felt like I’d swallowed a handful of gravel, but I didn’t care. I just reached out blindly for whatever liquid was closest.

Beside me, Johnny went rigid. I could feel the rage radiating off him like heat from a sidewalk in August. He was staring at the CEO, Mr. Henderson, with pure murder in his eyes.

But Henderson? He was clueless. Blissfully, stupidly clueless.

"Wasn’t it President Wilson who gave Miss Brown that project?" Henderson continued, leaning back in his chair like he was about to drop the hottest tea of the year. "Managing it all on her own? Brave girl."

Johnny made a noise deep in his throat. "Mm."

"I mean, Miss Brown is probably terrified she’s going to mess it up," Henderson sighed, shaking his head like he was watching a puppy try to climb stairs. "Her team’s been working overtime all weekend. I heard they were there until ten last night. Poor things."

The temperature around our desk dropped ten degrees. I could practically see frost forming on Johnny’s keyboard.

"Oh," Johnny said. The word was clipped. Ice cold.

"To be honest, she’s really responsible," Henderson added, nodding sagely. "She didn’t just coast because she’s the President’s girlfriend. She’s grinding."

Johnny actually sneered. It was an ugly, sharp sound. "Or," he drawled, finally looking at the man, "she’s incompetent, and she’s making everyone else pay for her lack of talent."