𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁 |MXM| 18+

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I quietly walked into Mr. T's office, quickly shutting the door since I knew he preferred his privacy.

"Is something wrong—"

He interlocked his fingers in front of him, staring at me with that knowing gaze—he was interrogating me in silence. "Miss Gretchen told me you were having some questions concerning the adoptions. Is this true?"

"I was just, um, wondering where all the little lambs were being sent off to. I haven't met none of their—"

"What do I pay you for, Mr. Winchester? Do I pay you to ask questions or to work?" He snappily asked but his tone remained cold.

"If we're technically speaking of my job description, it is required—"

"If you want to know where they are being adopted then you can be there when they find their homes," he offered. "Around this time of the year, they must be adopted."

"True but so many at a time? Are they being held until—"

"Mr. Winchester, that is all I'm gonna say for right now. Have you gathered enough intel about new admissions?" Mr. T impatiently asked.

I was starting to get tired of this grown ass crocodile interrupting me when I speak. I crossed my arms, patiently waiting for him to give me the signal that I could speak now.

Mr. T gestures for me to talk with a raised hand. "Well?" He gruffly scratched his beard, adjusting his big, burly self in his small seat. He knew damn well that seat was too small for his large ass.

"Yeah. We have forty lambs that will be here in three days soon after the adoption phase," I informed and my heart skips a beat at the disappointment clear on his face.

"Just forty?" Mr. T quirked a brow and I nodded my head.

"Well, I haven't had—" I paused in my explanation once the phone on his desk starting ringing nonstop.

Mr. T picked the phone up and then gestured for me to leave his office. Quietly. And that's what I did.

Gently closing the door, I walked back to my office and that required me to pass Miss Gretchen on the way.

Typically I could be a certified bitch but I decided to hold my tongue today. Especially when I'm finally going to see where all the little lambs' homes are after three years.

One could say I'm ecstatic.

As I'm making my way back to my office, I come across Beanie in her room dressing herself in a pink tutu skirt while twirling on her tippy toes like a ballerina.

"Beanie?" I watched her gracefully dance with her eyes closed holding her arms out as if she was dancing with someone. "Having fun?"

Once her twirl was done, she landed gracefully on her heel. Her beanie hid majority of her hair and forehead. "Yah! I was just imagining dancing with my mate," she chirped.

"You are eight years old." I placed my hands on my hips. "Why in the world are you imagining yourself with your mate?" I asked the little lamb.