Alpha Amanda's Love Adventure (By Aurora Grey) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Assistant

Chapter 62 Assistant

Amanda’s POV:

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I flipped through the documents quickly. When I realized they were just business contracts, I finally let out a small sigh of relief.

But… why was he giving them to me?

I looked up at Samson, confused.

“My assistant couldn’t make it last minute,” he said evenly, his tone calm but firm. “So, I need you to help

me out.”

“You want me to pretend to be your assistant?” I frowned, surprised.

Samson was never short on staff. Why me, of all people?

Then I remembered the last time he helped me during that competition. I still owed him a favor. The words of refusal died in my throat. I exhaled and nodded. “Fine. But I’ve never been an assistant before, so don’t expect anything too professional.”

“That’s fine,” he replied simply. “I appreciate it.”

The contract he handed me was full of details about werewolf protective gear-partnership terms, delivery deadlines, and energy standards for Eclipse Pack.

I skimmed through a few pages and quickly got the idea. It wasn’t that different from what I’d seen when I worked with Glacier Pack, so it wasn’t completely new to me.

Soon, the car stopped in front of a five-star hotel.

When the doorman opened the car door, I instinctively smoothed my plain T-shirt and adjusted my black-rimmed glasses. Compared to the people walking in and out of the hotel-elegant, polished, glowing-I looked very much out of place.

Inside the elevator, my reflection in the mirrored walls made me sigh. Just as I tried to fix my messy hair, Samson’s voice came from beside me. “If you ever get the chance, you might want to polish up your look. For women, appearance can be a kind of advantage.”

A flash of irritation burned through me. If you think I’m so ugly, then don’t ask me for help!

But before I could say anything, the elevator doors slid open, and he stepped out. I bit back the retort and followed him, silently fuming. If I didn’t owe you a favor, I’d never be here right now.

He glanced back at me. “You coming?” His tone wasn’t harsh-it almost sounded like he was waiting.

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I caught up quickly, and we walked into a private dining room.

Two middle-aged men were already seated inside. The moment they saw Samson, they stood and smiled warmly. “Mr. Ortega, we’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

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Chapter 62 Assistant

Samson shook their hands politely. “Alpha, my apologies for keeping you waiting.”

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“No need, I just arrived myself,” the Alpha said smoothly. His eyes flicked to me for a second before moving away, his look of disdain barely hidden.

The other man-probably the Gamma-gave me a long, curious look and smiled faintly. “Mr. Ortega, and who might this young lady be?”

“This is my assistant, Amanda,” Samson introduced briefly. “Amanda, this is Moonshield Pack’s Alpha and Gamma.”

I gave a polite nod. “Alpha, nice to meet you.”

The Gamma, Harlee Cadden, chuckled. “Mr. Ortega’s assistant, huh? You don’t look old enough for this kind of work. What are you-17?” His tone was playful, but his gaze was a little too bold. “You’ve got quite the eye, Mr. Ortega.”

My fingers tightened slightly around the folder, but I kept my tone even. “Gamma, I’m 18.”

I thought I was just there to make up the numbers, but halfway through the discussion, they started tossing questions at me. “So, Amanda, don’t you think these protective gear energy standards are a little too strict?”

I steadied my thoughts, flipped to a page, and pointed at the clause. “Alpha, Eclipse Pack’s warriors are mostly high-level Betas. If you lower the protective gear’s energy threshold, it’ll shatter easily in combat. These standards match the Bureau’s latest safety protocols, so I wouldn’t say they’re too strict.”

I spoke clearly and to the point. The two men exchanged surprised’ glances. Even Samson looked up at me, a flicker of approval in his eyes.

As the discussion went on, I added a few comments when needed-sharp, concise, and right on target. By the time dessert arrived, I really did sound like someone who had been working with Samson for years.

When the dishes were finally served, the Moonshield Alpha ordered a bottle of rare red wine. He smiled broadly. “Mr. Ortega, since we’re mostly agreed on the details, I’ll have our legal team draft the official contract. Here’s to a great partnership.”

Samson nodded and raised his glass.

But just as our glasses lifted, I suddenly felt the Gamma’s eyes on me-his stare strange and heavy, like he was sizing me up for something else.

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