Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Help Jameson

"I’ve had enough fires for one day! So no! Whatever this is..." Jameson gestured to Roman, seated smugly on her desk, "I am not interested in it. You guys had the opportunity to contain this commotion but kept quiet. So yes, I do not need you!" She was ranting at this point.

But Roman, unbothered, raised a brow. "You don’t need our help even if it would save your ass?"

She scoffed. "There’s no saving my ass. The Alpha King’s Beta is minutes away from calling me, and I’m sure as hell it’s not about some briefing. King Elijah’s already heard the news and the testimonies your parents gave will have filled his ears by now. He’s going to fire me..." Jameson didn’t even realize she was chewing on her nails now. "I’ve had the feeling for a while." She looked down, caught herself, and pulled her hand away.

Jameson was a mess. She looked like she had aged ten years in one day. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, her hands trembling. Roman nearly felt sorry for her.

"Nearly" being the word.

She had profited off this school for as long as he’d known her. She knew all the cracks and dysfunctions and kept silent. Now that everything was falling apart, she was suddenly a victim? Nah. Scratch that. Zero sympathy.

"You should listen to us," Griffin said, fingers drumming against the chair arm with that calm, calculating expression he must’ve inherited from his cardinal brother, Asher. "Even if you’re fired, shouldn’t you leave with your head held high? What better way to go than solving the mess you helped create? It’d look great on a résumé for whatever school’s desperate enough to hire you next."

Jameson paused, then turned to Ashley. "How many minutes left till the Beta’s call?"

"Fifteen minutes."

Jameson turned back to the Alphas. "You have ten minutes for this conversation."

"She said fifteen," Alaric pointed out.

"I need the extra five minutes to fully brace myself. That’s four minutes left now by the way. So chop chop, talk turkey."

Griffin glanced around the room. "We need privacy."

Ashley frowned. "But who’s going to answer the calls?"

True to her words, the phones were still going berserk.

"Alaric?" Roman called, a lazy smirk playing on his lips.

Electricity crackled in Alaric’s blue eyes, and instantly all the phone lines sparked violently. They popped, shorted, and smoked while the staffers screamed in shock, some ducking instinctively.

"Finally. Some peace." Roman slumped against his chair like he’d done all the work. "I don’t think I’ll ever go into admin work. It’s so depressing."

"Being an Alpha is admin work, dummy," Alaric replied with sass.

"At least I won’t be stuck in the office all day like you, smart-ass," Roman shot back.

"Don’t make me remind you two to behave," Griffin growled.

Jameson ignored the childish bickering and turned to her staff. "Leave us."

Ashley and the others didn’t need to be told twice, they bolted, grateful to escape the room they’d been trapped in since last night.

As soon as the doors shut, Jameson turned sharply. "Speak."

"Ah-ah," Roman said, wagging a finger. "You do not use that tone with us. We’re helping you, Jameson, not the other way around."

Jameson’s hands balled into fists. How she would love to squeeze the life out of these animals. God, where was all this murderous energy coming from? She needed to calm down.

She forced a breath and smiled sweetly. "Help me out, would you?"

"Better," Roman said, then looked to Griffin and Alaric. "So how do we start this? Some great opening speech? Ease her into the plan gently? I mean, this is usually Asher’s forte, and I’m not like that robot. I like to ease people in—"

"Dear God." Griffin face-palmed. Why did Asher leave them with this idiot?

Jameson gave him the what-the-fuck look, while both Griffin and Alaric glared daggers at him.