'I need to calm down. The Alpha said that we must blend. I already screwed up when I bumped into a group of hot-headed wolves. Calm down, Seymor! Calm down! The information is better than engaging in a meaningless brawl.'
The entire time that Seymor was silently closing his eyes, he was calming his mind.
The sands of time seeped through his fingers, a good moment finally passed and his heaving chest finally calmed. When Seymor finally snapped his eyelids open, he was welcomed by a frowning receptionist whose hands were placed before her perfectly curved bosoms. On instinct, his emerald eyes lingered upon the woman's proud breasts before he took a sniff.
"Pervert!" The resounding slap followed the receptionist's words.
So much for keeping a low profile.
END OF FLASHBACK…
