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    Apex Industries‘ Moon Goddess Relic project was running smoothly. The office smelled of coffee and paper, while the neon outside flickered in the night.


    A few days ago, the R&D team had sent in theirtest report–dense charts and data showing the project had entered its mature stage.


    I skimmed through the report. Asphodel yawnedzily in my mind. “So boring, Leslie. Let’s to a bar instead.”


    Cameron, the new project assistant, came in looking tired. “Leslie, the project’s scale is too much for me alone. Could we assign more staff?”


    <b>I </b>set the report aside and nodded. “Approved. At this stage, theplexity is beyond one person.”


    The <i>Moon </i><i>Goddess </i><i>Relic </i>was Rogue Pack’s strategic core, blending ancient wolf rituals with modern technology. There was no room for mistakes.


    Two dayster, Liam stepped in, handing me a stack of candidate files.


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    His expression held hesitation, as if he had something caught in his throat. “These are all young wolves with strong creativity. Please choose one.”


    I casually flipped a few pages, asking offhandedly, “Who stands out?”


    Instead of answering directly, Liam lowered his voice. “There’s someone here you might not expect.”


    I raised a brow, curiosity ‘piqued. Asphodel chuckled darkly. “Something’s off.”


    I turned the pages faster until my eyesnded on a familiar face. My hand stilled, and my froze.


    Her, The Wave Pack Alpha’s daughter–Amelia,


    My brows knit as I scanned her file.


    Her record was unimpressive. Her abilities <b>as </b>an Omega were ordinary at <b>best</b><b>. </b><b>The </b>only highlighted trait was in the ‘appearance<b>‘ </b>section: <i>elegant </i>and <i>striking </i>


    I <b>let </b><b>out </b><b>a </b>coldugh. Apex needed brains<b>, </b>not a <b>decorative </b><b>vase</b>.


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    Liam cleared his throat, exining, “I heard she was rmended by Crimson Moon Pack’s Alpha Marcus. n couldn’t refuse, so her résumé ended up here. But the final decision is yours.”


    My eyes narrowed, fingers tapping the desk in thought.


    Was Amelia here for Kirby?


    Or did Wave Pack want its ws in the Moon Goddess Relic project too?


    Either way, this move suddenly made things interesting.


    I curved my lips into a smile, voice calm. “Then assign her to Cameron. Let her run errands for him.”


    Liam nodded quickly. “Yes.”


    He left with steadier steps, as though relieved.


    I leaned back in my chair, gaze drifting toward the glittering city outside.


    Asphodelughed low. “When Kirby sees this little Omega here, his expression will be priceless.”


    Amelia’s POV


    Standing in Apex Industries‘ lobby, unease stirred in my chest.


    It was my first day. The notice had told me to report here directly.


    The one handling my induction was Liam, his tone indifferent–much like the Betas in Wave


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    He led me toward the elevators, reciting rules and instructions along the way.


    The elevator doors opened. Clutching a stack of papers, I followed close behind, my steps stiff.


    Coming toward us was Leslie. Her presence wasmanding, her dark green dress making her look like a queen wrapped in night.


    n, the project lead, was waiting for her by the door, smiling warmly. “Leslie, right on time.”


    A Gamma named Johnson held the ss door open for her. She replied lightly, “I don’t make a habit of beingte.”


    Her voice was cool, carrying theposure of a dark princess.


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    They walked together toward the elevator, right into us.


    Liam stopped and bowed respectfully. “Leslie, this is the new hire.”


    I lifted my eyes, hoping she’d notice me.


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    She only gave the faintest nod, her gaze brushing over me like I was invisible, her steps never slowing as she followed n into the elevator.


    My hands tightened around the files, a bitter ache spreading inside me.


    Leslie’s elegance and pride, the effortless grace in every movement–those were things I could never hope to learn in this lifetime.


    “Come on, Amelia. Three coffees. Two ck, one with milk but no sugar.” Liam’s voice was cool, detached.


    I nodded, heading toward the break room, though my mind was still full of Leslie’s silhouette.


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