Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 52

Chapter 52

Chapter 52

I swear to the fucking moon, if one more thing goes wrong today, I'm snapping and taking someone with me.

I'm running late. The bus smelled like sweat and disappointment. And my shoes are completely soaked from stepping into a goddamn puddle that the universe so graciously placed right outside the building. So now, I'm squelching down the hallway like a drowned sewer rat, trying to pretend I belong here.

This place is sleek-glass walls, marble floors, all cold professionalism with a hint of "if you breathe wrong, you're fired. My stomach is twisting, but I ignore it. This is what I wanted. A fresh start. A job. A real chance to claw my way out of the Omega gutter everyone loves to shove me in.

I adjust my blazer, take a deep breath, and push into the lobby.

And immediately get side-eyed by the receptionist, a blonde with perfect hair and the kind of nails that could stab a man. Her gaze drags down my outfit, lingering on my wet shoes. Yeah, yeah, judge me all you want, lady.

"Uh, hi,” I say, trying to sound professional and not like I just got baptized by the city streets. "I have an interview today for the journalist position."

She blinks slowly, like I just told her I eat babies for breakfast. Then she sighs, picks up the phone, and presses a button. Yeah. The last one just arrived."

Wow. Love that enthusiasm.

A moment later, I hear footsteps approaching, and then-"Oh my goddess, are you the new girl?"

A whirlwind of color and energy barrels toward me. The woman has bright pink glasses, a floral blouse, and the kind of grin that says she thrives on chaos.

“Uh..."

"I knew it!" She practically bounces on her heels. "I'm Zoe. I work in Lifestyle, which means I mostly write about pack gossip and why everyone secretly hates each other. But you? You're here for real news, right? Political scandals, exposés, blood and betrayal?" She gasps dramatically. "Are you planning to take down the Alpha Council?"

What the fuck?

“I..... just want a job," I say carefully.

Zoe waves me off. "Ugh, boring. But fine. You're new, which means you need the lay of the land. First rule: Watch your back. This place is basically a wolf den, and not the fun kind. People will step on your throat for a story-sometimes literally. Second rule: The coffee machine is cursed. No one knows why, but if you drink from it, you'll get the shits."

I blink. "Noted."

"And lastly"-her voice drops conspiratorially-"our boss? Total hardass. No one has ever pleased him. Ever. I think he feeds off disappointment."

Great. Just what I need. Another asshole with a power complex.

Before I can ask more, the receptionist-who I swear is still judging my shoes- looks up. "Taryn Sinclair?"

My stomach flips.

"Boss wants to see you now."

Fuck. Okay. Time to get my shit together. I shoot Zoe a quick glance, and she wiggles her finge a mock prayer. Not

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comforting, Zor.

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I step into the hallway, my pulse kicking up, my mind racing through every possible scenario. Maybe he'll be old. Some wrinkly, cranky editor who's seen too much and expects too little. Maybe he won't even look up from his papers. Maybe

I step into the office.

And freeze.

It's him.

neighbor

a massive desk, arms crossed, eyes sharp

solid three seconds, neither

Then-

have got to be

I hate coffee.

bitter, liquid caffeine.

at me like I've personally offended it ancestors.

is a water tray?" I mutter under my breath, searching

with

it that obvious?"

desperation." He plucks a piece of the contraption from under the counter, slides it

gape at it. "Traitor."

the hellhole. I'm Max, investigative reporter

cup and

"Nah, I live off nicotine and spite." Then his gaze flicks to

his lips

foreboding slides

who you pissed off in a past life, but

under his management? Brutal.”

like that, my day is officially

know exactly who he

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neighbor. My boss. The human equivalent of a locked

on cue, my work email dings. I

Report to

Fuck my life.

but feels

and knock on

"Enter."

Liam is exactly where I left him last time-behind

he registered my arrival the second I

he says

"For what?"

looks up. "For existing,

scowl. "Glad to see you're still a ray of

me and slides a file across the desk. "Your first assignment. An

snatch up the file, flipping it open. My stomach twists.

"You're serious?"

I just like

the details. The official is someone from the High Council-big political connections,

I mutter, turning

"Sinclair."

I stop.

leans back in his chair, watching me with that

embarrass the company."

the urge to flip

I'm pacing in front of the mirror

muttering interview questions

is your stance on the recent pack

plan to address rogue attacks

"God, I sound like

"I'd have to agree."

Liam is leaning against the

teleported there.