<h4>Chapter 79: Chapter 79 The Mediator</h4>


    Cecilia’s pov


    Beta Sawyer’s expression turned sheepish as he continued exining my duties.


    "You won’t need to clean, of course. We just need to make coffee, steam suits, wake him up sometimes..."


    "Wait," I held up my hand, my professional smile vanishing.


    "Wake him up?Am I supposed to care about his personal life?"


    "Alpha Sebastian has a habit of taking afternoon naps," Beta Sawyer exined, as if this rified everything.


    I remained silent for several seconds, weighing my response carefully.


    "Beta Sawyer, we should discuss our division of responsibilities. You’re the Alpha Sebastian’s assistant. I’m his secretary. Logically, I handlepany matters while you manage his personal affairs. You’re his trusted Beta after all. I can make coffee at the office, but waking him up seems intimate. That should be your job."


    I couldn’t resist adding, "Since you’re already ustomed to it."


    Beta Sawyer looked internally distressed.


    "Oh, we don’t need to be so specific about duties," he said with forced brightness. "We’re all working for the Alpha Sebastian. Whoever is avable handles what needs doing. I should get going now."


    Before I could protest, he disappeared through the doorway.


    I closed the door with a sigh. This was ssic responsibility-dodging!


    [No way. I can handle most tasks, but wake-up service is absolutely his job.]


    I made a mental note to revisit this conversation with himter as I settled at my desk, arranging my personal items and setting up myputer password.


    Five minutester, Beta Sawyer sent over today’s schedule.


    I quickly scanned through it.


    Another notification pinged.


    I expected meeting materials for the 10:30 assembly.


    Instead, he’d sent me... the "Alpha Sebastian’s Preference Guidelines."


    My eyebrow arched as I opened the document.


    It detailed the Alpha Sebastian’s coffee and tea preferences down to ridiculously specific instructions—which beans to use for his morning coffee, exact water temperature, what green tea leaves to select after his afternoon nap, and even that he required ice water when working past midnight.


    I skimmed through it, noting there were additional preferences listed below.


    [So this is his way of delegating these tasks to me.]


    Then I noticed a note at the beginning: the first coffee of the day must be delivered before 9:30 AM.


    What time was it now? I nced at the clock—9:48 AM!


    I quickly scrolled back to review his morning coffee requirements.


    Moon goddess, he wants pour-over coffee?


    I dashed to the break room in heels, frantically searching for beans, a grinder, and the proper kettle.


    Working as quickly as possible, I prepared the coffee and carried it to Alpha Sebastian Sebastian’s office. After taking a steadying breath, I knocked.


    "Enter," came his cool, steady voice from within.


    I opened the door to find Alpha Sebastian already working,pletely focused on the documents before him.


    I approached his desk and gently ced the coffee to his right.


    He nced up briefly before returning to his work.


    Taking that as my dismissal, I turned to leave.


    "Cecilia."


    Alpha Sebastian’s voice stopped me. I turned back.


    "Yes, Alpha Sebastian? Is there something else you need?"


    He simply pointed to his own cheek.


    I maintained my professional smile while inwardly confused.


    [What does that mean? Is something wrong with his face?]


    When I didn’t respond, he beckoned me closer with a subtle gesture of his hand.


    I approached cautiously, and suddenly he rose from his chair.


    He was tall and strong, and the moment he walked in, it felt like he took over the whole room. His scent—warm and woody, like sandalwood—filled the air and surrounded me.


    Without warning, his fingers touched my cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing against my skin.


    An electric current seemed to shoot through me, raising goosebumps from my face down to my neck.


    "What are you—" I gasped, stepping backward.


    "Your face was dirty," he exined, his voice deep yet somehow gentle.


    He showed me his thumb, which had a small brown coffee ground on it.


    I was speechless.


    My lips pressed into a straight line. "Thank you, but next time you could just tell me."


    Alpha Sebastian sat back down. "I did try to alert you. You weren’t very quick to understand."


    I bit back several retorts that would definitely get me fired on my first day.


    [Pointing to your own face is hardly clearmunication! Would you try that with your father and then call him stupid?]


    I left his office seething. In the bathroom, I discovered my face was flushed crimson as if I’d downed several bottles of wine.


    How petty could Alpha Sebastian be?


    Just because I identally sent him a wrong message that made him feel mocked, did he need to get revenge by embarrassing me multiple times?


    Author’s pov


    At the 10:30 meeting, Cecilia was responsible only for taking notes.


    Beta Sawyer had handled everything else—from sending notifications to departments to preparing materials for the executives.


    He’d thoughtfully considered that it was Cecilia’s first day, and with the meeting scheduled so soon after her arrival, she wouldn’t be familiar enough with the content to handle more responsibility.


    That was why he’d directed her to coffee duty instead.


    His intentions were genuinely kind.


    By noon, Alpha Sebastian had a business lunch nned with a real estate tycoon who had personally invited him.


    The Silver Peak Pack had been active in real estate for years, and the two sides were working together on a resort project.


    The contract for the project had been signed before Sebastian became Alpha, back when his father, Alpha Yardley, was still in charge.


    The tycoon was an old friend of his father-Alpha Yardley, practically an uncle figure, so when he requested a meeting,Alpha Sebastian had readily agreed.


    The lunch had actually been scheduled several days earlier but was postponed due to Alpha Sebastian’s injury.


    Alpha Sebastian brought Cecilia and Beta Sawyer to the restaurant.


    When they entered the private dining room, they found not only Remy and his secretary but also Wiley, Silver Peak’s Vice President, along with Alpha Xavier and Alpha Gavin!


    [So Remy was ying mediator today.]


    Alpha Sebastian took his seat with cool detachment.


    Cecilia tensed upon seeing Alpha Xavier, fearing another outburst from him.


    Alpha Xavier’s eyes locked onto Cecilia likeser beams, as if trying to bore holes through her.


    The others in the room cast subtle nces at Cecilia as well.


    Cecilia ignored the stares.She and Beta Sawyer took their seats at the table.


    Before they’d arrived, Beta Sawyer had warned her that Remy enjoyed pressuring guests into drinking, and they might need to intercept some toasts for their Alpha Sebastian.


    "Let’s fill Alpha Sebastian’s ss first! Since you’rete, you must drink a penalty ss," Remy announced immediately, falling into typical drinking culture rituals.


    His secretary promptly stood and filled Sebastian’s ss to the brim.