FrUkUs Omegaverse

Part Eighteen

Arthur was on his way to lunch when he was stopped by a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see who it was to come face to face with a sweet, blonde omega with a clipboard in her hand.
"Are you Mr. Kirkland?" She asked.
Arthur nodded, then remembered his manners and cleared his throat. "Yes, that's me."
She sighed in relief. "I was afraid I got the wrong guy. My boss gave me a picture of you, but you look so different from behind."
She held up a picture of him in his cap and gown, smiling shyly at the camera.
"Your... Boss?" Arthur asked, utterly confused.
The girl only nodded, her short hair bobbing around her face with the movement. "He wants to meet with you to discuss something. He says it's urgent, and wants to know when the next time you will be free is."
Arthur hummed. He didn't really know, what with two alphas to keep him busy. "Why not right now? The sooner the better, yeah?"
The girl beamed. "Really? That makes my job a lot easier!"
Arthur smiled. "Lead the way."

He was lead to a car which was driven by a man who looked almost identical to the girl. He was an omega too, which made Arthur wonder who would hire omegas to pick him up instead of alphas. After all, it would've been easy for him to refuse, and the mystery man or woman wanted to see him urgently.
He shrugged the thoughts off and got into the awaiting vehicle.

They didn't drive for long, and Arthur was surprised to see that their destination was an ordinary looking house. The girl, who he had learned was named Lilli, had made her boss seem like a real bigshot.
He got out of the car, followed by Lilli and the driver, who had remained silent. Lilli ran ahead to knock and was greeted at the door by a tall blonde with spiky hair and a scar on his eyebrow. He let them in with no trouble or words, and as Arthur passed him he caught the man's beta scent. He almost betrayed his surprise, as betas were rare, but instead continued through the door.
He was lead through the house to an office, passing the rooms too quickly to notice much detail. There was a couch with a few cats lazing about in the front room, a shiny marble counter in the kitchen adjoining the hall, and then he was in the office. It was a small room, with nothing but a bookshelf, a mahogany desk, and a tall swivel chair with its back facing him. Books littered the area, making it obvious that the office's owner was quite the reader.
He was left alone in the room, and a few moments later the chair caught his attention, swiveling to face him.
Arthur gasped. It was...