Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
~Thane~
I am not an idiot; I know what Raidon and Leon are doing in Raidon’s office while the rest of us are god damn working. Now they are all standing in the damn corridor.
"Now!" I call to my mates as they loiter in the office hallway.
They rush inside and I turn my attention back to Leila, who sits across from me.
She knows she fucked up, and she glances nervously at my mates as they enter.
They won’t help her. One thing we are all in agreement on is that she fucked up.
Rhen waits for them to enter before closing the door behind them.
"Where are Zara's files?" I ask Leila, and she blanches and stutters over an answer.
"Don't lie to me," I warn her, and she pinches the bridge of her nose and exhales. When she looks up, Rhen moves toward her, sitting on the edge of my desk. I know he does it deliberately, so I won't reach over and strangle the bloody woman.
"I have her resume and her ID," Leila offers nervously, and a growl escapes me.
I hold my hand out for them, and she quickly rummages through her folders with shaky hands, spilling some on the floor in her haste to retrieve them.
She produces the few documents she finds and hands them to me.
I quickly glance at them, noting it is the same bloody information Raidon and Rhen gave to me the other day.
"Did you check her references?" I ask, knowing she bloody couldn't have because the owner of her previous work is dead. Leila bites her lip and I growl at her for her carelessness. Rhen plucks the papers from my fingertips, reading them over again and sighing.
"Not that you can, since her last place of employment burned down months ago," he mutters, just as annoyed as I am. He understands the risk Leila has put us in.
"Did you verify her ID, or did you just do a sniff test to ensure she is an Omega? An Omega you are trying to force on us!" I snap at her.
Leila flinches and cowers away from my rage. Leon drops his gaze to the floor as well. I know he is close to his sister and seeing her cower away from me is difficult for him. I know it bothers him. Yet he won't say a thing to me in her presence. He knows better than that.
I growl, looking down at the Omega’s photocopied ID, and press my lips in a line. Even with the photocopy, I can tell her ID is an obvious fake, and her social security number is three numbers too short.
"Well, you really fucked up this time, Leila," I tell her as I sit back in my chair and curse.
"What do you want to do?" Raidon asks.
"First, I suppose we need to verify who she is with her landlord. Other than that, we have no idea who she is or where she came from. And chances are if she gave this ID to us, she probably gave the same one to her landlord. It's an obvious fake."
"Why would an Omega have a fake ID? She could have a pack looking after her instead of working and hiding under de-scenter and suppressants," Rhen asks thoughtfully. It baffles me also.
"Maybe she is running from her pack. You know how dodgy some of those Omega facilities are," Leon offers, as I try to think of a more plausible reason for her to hide her identity.
"Could she be a spy?" Raidon says. I growl at the mere thought, though it is unlikely.
"With a shitty fake ID like that, doubtful," I tell him, and he scratches his chin.
"I’ll task you and Rhen with finding answers. This week," I say before pausing. I snarl at what I am about to suggest, but we need answers, and at the moment, she is a security risk.
"Maybe try to speak with her and see what you can find out," I say bitterly. I don’t want her near my mates. I’m not stupid. I know they crave an Omega for our pack, someone to complete us, but I just can't after Harlow.
"Then what?" Leon asks, and I narrow my eyes at him.
He seems almost panicked about what might happen to her.
I have no answer for him. I still want her gone, yet I am curious as to what a little Omega is hiding and why.
It makes no sense because she could easily give herself to a pack.
She could have a life of luxury yet prefers to work.
"We can decide that once we figure out who she is. Until then, just watch what you say around her. For all we know, she could be paparazzi, looking for the next story to sell," Rhen says, dropping her documents on the desk in front of me.
"Or she could just be an Omega, who doesn't want to fit into the stereotypical Omega role," Leon offers.
"Either way, we’ll find out, but until then, keep an eye on her," I tell them before my gaze turns to Leila. She fiddles with her fingers and remains quiet.
"You're on probation; I mean it, Leila. One more slip up, and you are fired. For good this time, Leila. I don't care that you're Leon's sister," I tell her. She gets up and bares her neck to me before rushing from my office.
"You know she means well. She just wants nieces and nephews, since she can’t have kids of her own," Leon defends his sister, and I growl at him.
"That's not her choice to make," I tell him, and he sighs.