Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Chapter 103

Kael’s POV

Director Black didn’t flinch. I had to give her credit for that. Most wolves would be trembling by now.

"She’s not entirely human, Alpha." Her voice remained steady. Professional. "She’s a wolf who lost her wolf. There’s a difference."

"Is there?"

"Yes." She met my gaze directly. No fear. Just conviction. "She has experience in our world. She understands pack dynamics. She simply... lacks the scent markers that others carry."

I walked to the window. Stared down at the city below.

A wolf who lost her wolf.

I’d heard of such things. Rare. Tragic. Usually the result of severe trauma or dark magic. The kind of thing whispered about in hushed tones at pack gatherings.

"How did she lose it?"

"I didn’t ask." Director Black’s chair creaked as she shifted. "It seemed... personal. And frankly, irrelevant to her qualifications."

Irrelevant.

My jaw tightened.

"You hired someone to work directly with pack business without knowing her full history?"

"I hired someone who demonstrated exceptional competence." Her voice sharpened slightly. "Alpha, with all due respect, you established this company to be different. To judge wolves by their abilities, not their bloodlines. To create opportunities for those who might otherwise be overlooked."

She paused. Let the words sink in.

"Was that all just rhetoric? Or did you actually mean it?"

The question hit harder than I expected.

I turned to face her. Studied her expression. The slight lift of her chin. The firmness in her eyes.

She was challenging me.

In my own company. In my own building.

And damn it, she was right.

"Show me her work." The words came out gruff. Reluctant.

Director Black nodded. A small victory she was wise enough not to acknowledge.

"Follow me."

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The executive floor was quiet without its usual bustle.

Most employees were at their desks, but there was a noticeable gap. An empty chair near the windows. A desk that should have been occupied.

The human’s desk.

No. Not human. The wolf-who-lost-her-wolf’s desk.

"This is her station." Director Black gestured toward it. "As you can see, she’s implemented a new organizational system."

I approached slowly. Skeptically.

The desk was immaculate. Not in the sterile, empty way of someone who didn’t do any work. In the efficient, purposeful way of someone who knew exactly where everything belonged.

Color-coded folders lined one side. Each labeled clearly. Each containing documents sorted by date, priority, and department.

I picked one up. Flipped through it.

The Henderson contract. Filed correctly. Cross-referenced with related correspondence. Notes attached indicating follow-up actions required.

"She did this in one day?"

"Less than one day." Director Black moved to the computer. Tapped a few keys. "Look at this."

The screen came to life. A spreadsheet. Rows and columns of data, but organized so cleanly that even I could understand it at a glance.

Meeting schedules. Client contacts. Project timelines. Everything interconnected. Everything accessible.

"When she arrived, this floor was in chaos." Director Black scrolled through the document. "The previous assistant left without notice. Files were missing. Schedules were conflicting. We had three executives double-booked for the same meeting."

"And she fixed all of it?"

"In six hours."

I stared at the screen. Tried to find something to criticize.

Couldn’t.

"The correspondence backlog." Director Black pulled up another folder. "Two months of unanswered emails. She categorized them by urgency, drafted responses for approval, and cleared forty percent before end of day."

I picked up another file from the desk. Opened it.

Client profiles. Detailed breakdowns of every major partnership we held. Notes on communication preferences. Records of previous interactions.

This wasn’t just competence.

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