Leaning back in the desk chair, all this outting shit was gonna cause problems he knew it. His thick damp hair had already had his fingers threw it more times than he could count this morning. Two of his best had quit sayin they weren't workin with no fuckin animals.
Who was he gonna get to replace the two formans he lost today. Maybe if he explained.. Naw that wouldn't work, his temples throbbed from thinking about the trouble now. Sipping the luke warm slop, his secratary had brought him. It wasn't really coffee but it would do for now. Hell she had almost thrown herself at him, wanting to know what it would be like. Thinking the sex would be mind blowing. Well of course it would since it was him, but not because he was a wolf.
That started the next set of problems, a few of the office girls were talking about quiting since they didn't want to have an animal man handle them, the others well they wanted in the animals pants. So sexual harrassment either way it seemed. The sugary glaze did nothing to help his mood, and they were even southern maid donuts. His teeth grounded as the next set of problems crashed into his small office.
The weres of his crew wheren't happy now, hazard pay? "Where are you fucking balls, you are weres and you should act like it. Now wolf up and show them that you will finish the job right." He didn't even want to think of the business he would be lossing at the moment.
Answering the phone when it rang another high paying job pushed threw to his direct line. "Alcide Herveaux speaking" his deep voice filled the line as he listened to the elderly woman asking if any of his men would eat her precious dog fluffy. Shaking his head in discust. "No Mrs. Lee no one will eat your dog, but if he get's lost they will help find him. No they won't shift to help they will be men looking for Mr. Fluffy. Yes ma'am I'm listening. No ma'am I'm not being sarcastic or an ass. Yes ma'am we will finish the deck by this weekend for your party. You have a good day to. Bye Mrs. Lee." Old money plus old lady can equal old and crazy. At least she wasn't pulling her business. That one alone was enough to keep them afloat. Putting a rush on the deck job with a few extra touches, he headed out to his truck. Blueprints in one hand and foam cup of cold coffee in the other.
The work truck was covered in eggs and steak, someone's idea of being funny. Chunking the coffee in the dumpster by the building, he cleaned the truck off the best he could before getting ready to leave. What was that smell in his truck? A can of sardines on the seat along with some panties and a few more phone numbers.
Fingers threw his dark hair again. He growled and threw it all on the ground to speed away. Tires throwing up dirt as he shifted gears. To much on his mind. Mind on job now. Maybe he could talk to Sam about when he came out later.
Who was he gonna get to replace the two formans he lost today. Maybe if he explained.. Naw that wouldn't work, his temples throbbed from thinking about the trouble now. Sipping the luke warm slop, his secratary had brought him. It wasn't really coffee but it would do for now. Hell she had almost thrown herself at him, wanting to know what it would be like. Thinking the sex would be mind blowing. Well of course it would since it was him, but not because he was a wolf.
That started the next set of problems, a few of the office girls were talking about quiting since they didn't want to have an animal man handle them, the others well they wanted in the animals pants. So sexual harrassment either way it seemed. The sugary glaze did nothing to help his mood, and they were even southern maid donuts. His teeth grounded as the next set of problems crashed into his small office.
The weres of his crew wheren't happy now, hazard pay? "Where are you fucking balls, you are weres and you should act like it. Now wolf up and show them that you will finish the job right." He didn't even want to think of the business he would be lossing at the moment.
Answering the phone when it rang another high paying job pushed threw to his direct line. "Alcide Herveaux speaking" his deep voice filled the line as he listened to the elderly woman asking if any of his men would eat her precious dog fluffy. Shaking his head in discust. "No Mrs. Lee no one will eat your dog, but if he get's lost they will help find him. No they won't shift to help they will be men looking for Mr. Fluffy. Yes ma'am I'm listening. No ma'am I'm not being sarcastic or an ass. Yes ma'am we will finish the deck by this weekend for your party. You have a good day to. Bye Mrs. Lee." Old money plus old lady can equal old and crazy. At least she wasn't pulling her business. That one alone was enough to keep them afloat. Putting a rush on the deck job with a few extra touches, he headed out to his truck. Blueprints in one hand and foam cup of cold coffee in the other.
The work truck was covered in eggs and steak, someone's idea of being funny. Chunking the coffee in the dumpster by the building, he cleaned the truck off the best he could before getting ready to leave. What was that smell in his truck? A can of sardines on the seat along with some panties and a few more phone numbers.
Fingers threw his dark hair again. He growled and threw it all on the ground to speed away. Tires throwing up dirt as he shifted gears. To much on his mind. Mind on job now. Maybe he could talk to Sam about when he came out later.
