Fifty nine

RAVEN’S POV:

The sounds of the keypad were rather loud as I typed and edited the final business plan I was going to present to Tristan today. I managed to finish it after a whole sleepless night. My eyes were feeling murky, and I was very sleepy, but I still had a lot to do, so I could only go on typing.

Just as I finished up and copied the file to a drive, the intercom beside me suddenly began to beep incessantly, and I looked up at the President's door across me. The windows were closed and blinds pulled, so I couldn't see him, and I wasn't expecting him to call me in.

But I quickly answered the intercom, and his cold voice rang out, calm and fluid, "Come to my office."

"Yes, Alpha," I answered, grabbing the tablet where I kept notes before sauntering to his office. I knocked and entered, closing the door behind me before approaching him.

He seemed rather busy and merely glanced at me before returning to what he was doing. He asked, "Are you done with the business plan?"

"Yes, Alpha