The Germaphobic Beta

TWO

Finishing things up, I stacked the last paperwork pile I just finished revising and aligned it perfectly to the left corner of my mahogany desk.

"Done," I said in a low voice and to myself as I stretched my arms.

-About fucking time, I'm starving.

I stood and reached for the disinfecting spray and wipes.

-Forget about that shit, just get your ass back home, T is waiting.

-Won't take long...

I wiped the desk and keyboard clean and sprayed my chair as well as the chair my mother previously sat on. I then put the disinfectant away and went to clean my hands.

For washing my hands, I took my jacket off and rolled my sleeves up to my elbows. I then proceeded to wash my hands like a surgeon for about five minutes while humming "Creep" from Radiohead.

Once done, I put my jacket back on and picked my bag from its designated place, and headed out. After I opened my door, I noticed Mildred was still sitting at her desk. Noticeably tired from a long day of work.

"I believe I asked you to go home, Mildred," I said, feeling guilty for staying later. I should have known better. Mildred never leaves me alone. She looked tired.

"And leave you here all by yourself to the mercy of your mother and a pile of work? Nah! Either way, I had to finish tomorrow's documents. Goodness knows Minka is going to be pulling her hair out if it's not done by the morning," she asserted, trying to assure me she was fine.

"How did it go with your mom?" Mildred asked while gathering her belongings.

"Same old," I said while slightly swaying my head no.

"Oh boy! I'd give you a big hug, but I know that might make you puke," she joked with a chuckle. Mildred knew me too well.

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry," I voiced, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my stupid condition. It wasn't rocket science, I knew this influenced everything I did, and everyone around me. I had tried to fight it before but failed multiple times. Even when it was this bad, I was still doing better than before, way better.

"Come, let's get you out of here." I extended my arm towards the door.

"Yeah, yeah..." She walked to the door as I reached for the napkin in my pocket.

"Forget it! I got it." Mildred stood at the door holding it open for me.

"I could have done that."

"Oh, I'm just saving a napkin here. I do it for the environment, not for you," she said, and I stared at her with a smile. "Well, come on now! Not getting any younger here," she joked again, and I passed by her. Deep inside, I was glad she had done that.

As soon as we were out she hurried past me and pressed the elevator's button too.

"Oh, where's my head? T called before. She had something important to do, so she just left the food in the refrigerator," she said, and the elevator's door opened. "All you have to do is warm it up. I know you can manage. You know Tiana, she might have even left instructions for it too." She said pressing the button to the underground parking.

-Fucking great! King was being sarcastic.

-Don't be a jackass, you'll see her in the morning.

He went silent, and I knew he was talking to her.

King liked being around T. She was an Omega and my best friend. Tiana happened to be in charge of my meals too. She was my cook. Good thing I had her because I wouldn't trust anybody else with that.