Rian
The door to the fancy high rise swings open, allowing me entry. I chose not to look around at the people in the lobby. Instead, I focus on making my way to the wary receptionist with the shiny nametag reading Tiffany. Her face showed automatic distaste. No one told me there was a dress code. “I have an 1130 with the Council,” I say short and to the point.
“I am sorry, Miss, you must be in the wrong….” She starts, but I don’t let her finish.
I fake a smile, “It is actually Doctor, Dr. Campbell. And I do believe I see my name right there on your calendar.”
Tiffany stuttered, “Identification, please.”
We go through the check-in process and Tiffany hands me a badge. “Your meeting is on the 20 th floor room 2010. Perhaps I could suggest you find a more appropriate outfit for a meeting with the Council?” I can hear the disapproval in the young werewolf’s voice.
“You could, but I wouldn’t listen,” I take my badge and make my way to the elevator. The elevator is filled with people in suits and ties. I guess my black leather pants with knee high boots, gray tank top and my black and purple streaked hair is not the dress code.
Eventually I am the only one on the elevator and ride to the 20 th in peace. The invitation to meet with the Council was not truly an invitation. As soon as I touched the envelope, a compulsion spell snapped in place. Now, I removed that spell. Whoever designed it was good, but not as good as me. I decided to come anyway, in truth the invite intrigued me. It went against everything I have ever been taught to make my way to the meeting. Yet, the Council would be fun to mess with and my curiosity will be appeased.
I leave the elevator when it pings indicating I am on the 20 th floor. Tiffany must have called this floor’s receptionist as she merely pointed in the direction I needed to go, looking bored. As soon as I passed her desk, I heard the phone being picked up and a giggle coming from the blonde. I heard something about a freak, but I dismissed the idiot who could only get a job answering phones.
I arrive at room 2010, not bothering to knock and step into the conference room. “Excuse me Miss, but I think you are in the wrong…”
“I am really tired of people telling me that today. If you did not want to see me, then you should not have invited me. And really gentlemen a compulsion spell? An A for effort, but you should have whoever wove it go back to spell casting school, I had it broken in mere seconds. I expected better from the high and mighty Council.”
“Dr. Campbell?” a deep voice said in surprise. I was a bit surprised myself when I looked up into the eyes of Kristoff Jamieson, Alpha of the North American Wolf Pack.
“Mmmm, yes, Mr. Jamieson, I am Dr. Rian Campbell. Seems you lot didn’t do any research on me prior to my summons.” I scowled at the handsome man holding head seat at the table.
Kristoff rose from his seat and adjusts his suit jacket before making his way towards me with his hand outstretched. “Pardon us for the confusion, you surely understand our shock.”
I chose to ignore his hand a take a seat at the table. “What you’re shocked that a Doctor who is the lead in their chosen field is a woman? Shock that you care so much about appearances that you look down on anyone who chooses not to conform to the human standards of business attire? Tell me, do you chose to where that suit on a full moon, Mr. Jamieson?” At his scowl I fluttered my hand in the air, “Of course not, that would be silly. Gentlemen, my
The door to the fancy high rise swings open, allowing me entry. I chose not to look around at the people in the lobby. Instead, I focus on making my way to the wary receptionist with the shiny nametag reading Tiffany. Her face showed automatic distaste. No one told me there was a dress code. “I have an 1130 with the Council,” I say short and to the point.
“I am sorry, Miss, you must be in the wrong….” She starts, but I don’t let her finish.
I fake a smile, “It is actually Doctor, Dr. Campbell. And I do believe I see my name right there on your calendar.”
Tiffany stuttered, “Identification, please.”
We go through the check-in process and Tiffany hands me a badge. “Your meeting is on the 20 th floor room 2010. Perhaps I could suggest you find a more appropriate outfit for a meeting with the Council?” I can hear the disapproval in the young werewolf’s voice.
“You could, but I wouldn’t listen,” I take my badge and make my way to the elevator. The elevator is filled with people in suits and ties. I guess my black leather pants with knee high boots, gray tank top and my black and purple streaked hair is not the dress code.
Eventually I am the only one on the elevator and ride to the 20 th in peace. The invitation to meet with the Council was not truly an invitation. As soon as I touched the envelope, a compulsion spell snapped in place. Now, I removed that spell. Whoever designed it was good, but not as good as me. I decided to come anyway, in truth the invite intrigued me. It went against everything I have ever been taught to make my way to the meeting. Yet, the Council would be fun to mess with and my curiosity will be appeased.
I leave the elevator when it pings indicating I am on the 20 th floor. Tiffany must have called this floor’s receptionist as she merely pointed in the direction I needed to go, looking bored. As soon as I passed her desk, I heard the phone being picked up and a giggle coming from the blonde. I heard something about a freak, but I dismissed the idiot who could only get a job answering phones.
I arrive at room 2010, not bothering to knock and step into the conference room. “Excuse me Miss, but I think you are in the wrong…”
“I am really tired of people telling me that today. If you did not want to see me, then you should not have invited me. And really gentlemen a compulsion spell? An A for effort, but you should have whoever wove it go back to spell casting school, I had it broken in mere seconds. I expected better from the high and mighty Council.”
“Dr. Campbell?” a deep voice said in surprise. I was a bit surprised myself when I looked up into the eyes of Kristoff Jamieson, Alpha of the North American Wolf Pack.
“Mmmm, yes, Mr. Jamieson, I am Dr. Rian Campbell. Seems you lot didn’t do any research on me prior to my summons.” I scowled at the handsome man holding head seat at the table.
Kristoff rose from his seat and adjusts his suit jacket before making his way towards me with his hand outstretched. “Pardon us for the confusion, you surely understand our shock.”
I chose to ignore his hand a take a seat at the table. “What you’re shocked that a Doctor who is the lead in their chosen field is a woman? Shock that you care so much about appearances that you look down on anyone who chooses not to conform to the human standards of business attire? Tell me, do you chose to where that suit on a full moon, Mr. Jamieson?” At his scowl I fluttered my hand in the air, “Of course not, that would be silly. Gentlemen, my
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