This one's a goody for those Alfred simps, which, let's be honest, if you're reading this book, you probably are one. Also, people who were real mad at Arthur's Boss, Mr. Michaels.

Also I'm going to try to update this book around 2 times a week on Saturday and Tuesday, though I'm pretty busy working 2 jobs right now so they might be a day early or late, and I might miss some days, but I'll try to do at least one update a week. (Published Sun, Jul 18, 2021)

A Hot and Sexy Alpha for Arthur Chpt 23: Arthur's Alpha Fires a Guy and Looks Damn Good Doing It

Alternative Chpt 23 Title: Arthur and His Alpha Have a Chance Meeting at the Office

~Timeskip to next morning. Day of the week: Monday~

Arthur received a text from his former boss the next morning before he was even awake, the alpha giving him some nonsense of Arthur needing to come in to clean out the personal items from his desk immediately so they could start the hiring process for a new employee to replace him. In all honesty he was probably just trying to humiliate Arthur by making him do a sort of walk of shame out of the office during one of their busiest days.

Arthur knew he was only playing into what Mr. Michaels wanted by agreeing, but he wanted the alpha off his back, even if it wouldn't be long before Alfred took care of him, and if he did end up replacing his boss he'd have to clean out his desk anyway so might as well do it now while he was still early into his preheat and had nothing better to do.

When Arthur got to the office he greeted the receptionist for the building as usual, Arthur promising to catch up with them at a later date and go out for brunch once his heat was over.

(Idk who to make this so give me suggestions here on which country you think should be the receptionists and Arthur's friend and also if they should be an omega or a beta)

Arthur then headed up to the floor he had previously worked on, not really having any friends in the office to really speak of as he made a beeline for his cubicle and began to clean it out. Arthur wasn't sure if it was a stroke of good luck or bad when he saw a familiar head of blond hair and a muscular build walk onto the floor as he was packing his stuff up.

Alfred was dressed in a classic navy suit that Arthur had no trouble believing was custom tailored to the alpha with how perfectly he filled out every inch of it, a complimenting tie and handkerchief, smart classic black work shoes, a nice watch, and classy sunglasses that sat on his neater than normal blond hair. Alfred looked like he'd walked straight out of a catalog as he made his way to Mr. Michaels office and while there was nothing particularly interesting about the outfit, Alfred looked damn fucking good in it and it /did/ things to Arthur and his suit kink that made Arthur very glad he was wearing two scent patches and had taken two preheat suppressant pills.

Alfred came dressed like the picture perfect son of the CEO of Jones Publishing that he was, prepared to do one of the most satisfying parts of his job, not that his job at the company had any real parameters to define it, firing jackasses that thought the patriarchy would protect their blatant misogyny. And after not believing Alfred was who he said he was over the phone yesterday? This fucker would be lucky to work in another publishing firm in New York ever again.

Alfred ignored the murmuring at his confident entrance as he opened the door to Mr. Michaels office without even knocking, thankfully not walking in on any disgusting behavior of the alpha's besides him eating a breakfast sandwich in the least graceful way possible. Alfred cringed a bit internally at the sight, but showed nothing on his face beside his usual bright and confident smile.

"Good morning, Mr. James Michaels, so terribly sorry for the interruption," Alfred apologized without meaning it, internally amused at the other alpha sputtering attempt to gather himself.

Alfred closed the door behind him, though it wouldn't provide much privacy as he was sure everyone in the office was watching their proceedings through the window, and walked over to where Mr. Michaels was sitting at his desk. "I'm here to inform you of your termination, effective immediately," Alfred informed him without missing a beat as he placed one of two folders he had in his hand in front of Mr. Michaels on his desk.

Mr. Michaels seemed shocked at first and then immediately angry, though he seemed to try to hold his composure together for now with a fake crooked smile. The idiot must think he could still slither his way out of this. "Whose authority is this under and for what am I being fired for?" He asked as he opened the folder to look through it.

"Under my authority, and my father's, the CEO Mr. Thomas Jones himself."

"The CEO is your father? Who the hell are you?" Mr. Michaels spat.

"My name is Alfred Jones, it's a shame you can't remember even that from our conversation on the phone yesterday, where you unjustly fired one of our best employees, Arthur Kirkland."

Mr. Michaels seemed shocked that the punk he was talking to yesterday wasn't lying to him and it only occurred to him now just how deeply and truly he'd fucked up.

"As for what you're being fired for, there are many strikes against you, most of them relating to you being a terrible boss and coworker to our omega and female employees ranging from reports of unfair treatment and discrimination to harassment. If you look in that folder you've been proved you'll see all the details of what strikes and reports we have against you and when. Really you should have been fired ages ago, but new findings of how you treat the omega who works directly under you, Arthur Kirkland, and how you've manipulated him into silence up to now, were the last nail in the coffin of your termination."

"But, but, you can't do this to me!" Mr. Michaels futilely tried to argue back. "I mean surely we can work something out," he tried to argue.

"None of this is up for debate and this file will be sent to multiple other publishing firms and companies in the area to make sure you will never get a position like this in this city again, so I suggest you start gathering your stuff because anything that's not the companies will be thrown away at the end of the day. Don't get any smart ideas on stealing from us or damaging anything either, as anything of ours that's missing at the end of the day or damaged will be taken out of your final paycheck from us."

Mr. Michaels seemed absolutely flabbergasted, at a loss for words and unable to defend himself.

"And if you choose to not leave quietly we do have quite the legal case against you with multiple witnesses in the building, so feel free to take us to court," Alfred invited as he walked back to the door. "Now do try to salvage the rest of your day and have a good one, Mr. Michaels," Alfred finished off as he opened the door and stepped out again.

Alfred looked out at all the employees who were staring at him with wide eyes as Mr. Michaels looked absolutely devastated behind him before they all quickly turned around to get back to work. All accept one.

Arthur met Alfred's eyes across the room after packing up his stuff and immediately blushed, Alfred gave the elevator of the floor a sideways glance in an attempt to signal Arthur to meet him at said elevator before Arthur could think to break eye contact.

Arthur at least hoped he'd interpreted Alfred's look right as the alpha then walked off back to the elevator, Arthur making sure he had absolutely everything that was his from the desk packed in his box before going back to the elevator as well.

"Oh good, you understood what I was trying to say," Alfred commented as Arthur joined him in waiting for the elevator. "I was worried you hadn't when you didn't immediately start heading for the elevator with me."

"I would think it would be a little obvious if I did, don't you?" Arthur replied as they stepped into the elevator, Arthur waiting for the doors to close in front of them to continue. "I don't want any of them to think I got promoted by kissing up to you, even if my promotion is your doing."

"That's probably for the best," Alfred agreed. "Best to not let them pry into the fact I'm mixing business with pleasure, even if pleasure is still my business," Alfred smiled softly at that, a little amused and proud of himself for it.

Arthur just rolled his eyes in gentle amusement. "So can I assume that spectacle was you firing Mr. Michaels?" Arthur asked.

"Sure was," Alfred confirmed. "And if you're up for it, I think I'd like to go ahead and take you out to lunch to celebrate," Alfred offered.

"Are you sure that's wise?" Arthur asked. "Giving me a free date when others pay so much for your time?" Arthur genuinely asked, a little concerned for his heart about, as the alpha had said himself, mixing business and pleasure with the handsome blond.

"Consider it a small token of my appreciation for covering for me while we find a suitable replacement and long overdue for all the hell that bastard put you through," Alfred replied smoothly without really answering Arthur's question.

Arthur knew it would probably be better for him to say no, do something protect his heart even just a little from how fast and hard he was falling for Alfred, but his preheat was strongly affecting his attachment to Alfred, and he looked so good in that suit, and Arthur's alternative was going back home to have whatever sad excuse for a "home-made" or more likely prepackaged lunch he had in his fridge, and did Arthur mention how good Alfred looked in that suit?... "Well in that case, I'd be happy to," Arthur went ahead and agreed after thinking it over for a moment.

"Wonderful," Alfred replied with that beaming smile of his that made him even more attractive. "I have the perfect place in mind."

To Be Continued…

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