A Hot and Sexy Alpha for Arthur Chpt 9: Hitting a Couple Speed Bumps on the Way Pt 3

Arthur answered. "Hello, Mr. Micheals?"

There's yelling from the other end of the line.

"Sir, I told you I wasn't coming in today."

That was followed by more yelling.

"It's none of your business why."

Alfred narrowed his eyes. Like Hell he was gonna let this bastard ruin their day together.

Arthur sighed. "No, I can't. I have plans."

More yelling.

"You'd seriously fire me for taking one day off? In the two years I've been an intern and the year I've worked for you, I've taken maybe a week off that wasn't for my heat."

Alfred growled. "Let me talk to him."

He hands the alpha the phone and puts his head down in shame at needing an alpha to fight his battles for him.

"Hey, bastard! You want to know where Arthur is and why he isn't at work?! He's on a date, okay?! With an alpha who plans to pamper him all day and give him the love, attention, and respect an omega like him deserves."

Arthur looked up and watched, looking a bit worried.

"Who the fuck are you to tell me when I can and cannot call my employee in?" Arthur's boss asked.

"Who I am isn't important right now. What I know is that you're a jackass to Arthur, and he doesn't deserve the shit you give him. So what if he's an omega editor? That doesn't mean he isn't as qualified as all of your other head editors. Back to my point though. Arthur gave you a notice in advance that he wouldn't be at work on Saturday, which is the least busiest day of the week. What could you possibly need from him?!"

"He needs to work. If he wants to keep a job, he'll be here in ten minutes."

"No, Arthur will not be going in today and that is final. You will not fire him and you will treat him with the respect he deserves."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" The alpha practically yelled into the phone.

"Alfred F. Jones, son of William Jones, the CEO and boss of the publishing firm you work for. I'm the son of Catherine Williams, his wife, and the CEO founder of the Omegas For Hire foundation that works to get omegas hired to higher paying and working quality positions, which has strong ties with my father's company. I'm also a very important employee in the company 'HotAndSexyAlphas4You', the same company who's been thinking of publishing a magazine with you. That deal would be huge for you if it actually happens. I am the alpha that has the power to ruin everything for you. That's who the fuck I think- No, sorry. That's who the fuck I know I am."

There was silence.

Arthur seemed at a loss for words he was so stunned. Alfred, an alpha more powerful than he could ever have previously imaged, was standing up for him... and to be honest, it was kinda hot.

There's laughter. "You're a fucking joke." And, with that, the man hangs up.

Alfred growled at the phone. "What the Hell is that supposed to mean?!

The phone dings. It was a text from him. 'Arthur no longer has a job. Hope you're happy, "Mr. Jones." '

Alfred growled and handed Arthur his phone back, his self-control the only thing keeping him from satisfying his urge to break it in half.

Arthur sighed softly and shook his head. "Fine, whatever. I'll get another job... There are plenty of other editing companies. I'll work for the newspaper. They pay well..." He turned his phone off.

Alfred hugged Arthur and kissed him passionately, trying to turn his anger into positive emotions.

Arthur hugged and nuzzled Alfred sweetly, finding comfort in his arms.

Alfred broke the kiss and pet Arthur lovingly. "You'll get another job, Arthur. But, not because you got fired. You're getting that bastard's job."

"It's fine, love. I'll be okay. I can get a new job." Arthur smiled. "I don't want to work with those people anymore anyway."

"Babe, you realize I was telling the truth when I said all that stuff, right?"

"Of course. You're not the type to lie. I just don't want to make a fuss. Plus, the alphas love the boss, and I don't need that pressure."

"But, you would be so good at it," Alfred replied as he held back a whine. "The only boss you'd have would be my father. No jackasses would call you on a Saturday, the pay is great, and you'd get your pick of whatever projects you want."

"I'd be made a joke. No one would be happy with me running the branch. Besides, who would be in charge while I went away for my heats?" Speaking of which, Arthur only had about a week until his preheat started. He should really start gathering up supplies for it this coming week while he was still at his most coherent.

"Heats happen only four times a year for an omega. I can make sure you're set up with a very capable assistant that will act as a substitute for you during those weeks."

Arthur shook his head, "No. It's fine. No need for the trouble. I'll look for a job tomorrow."

"Please? I know you know no matter what you do you'll always have an alpha try to knock you down and people saying you won't be good in a position of power. It's gonna be a lot of work getting back up to where you are, Arthur...  So please try it out?"

"It's not for me. I won't be able to handle it. People won't take me seriously, and it'll only be stress on me that I don't need."

Alfred kissed Arthur sweetly. "Please? Just for two weeks until we can find a replacement? And then, let me at least get you your job back for you. You winning the contest and being here with me is the whole reason you lost it. I'll get it back and find you a better boss."

"Okay, but only until you find a qualified replacement. And, if you really want me to work for your parents, then I'll stay," Arthur gave in, not being able to say no to the alpha.

"Great, baby. I want you to keep working for my parents. I'm tired of hearing you talk about your boss. I told myself I wouldn't get involved with your professional life, but after that, I can't not get involved. He messed with the wrong alpha, and I'm pissed as Hell."

Arthur nuzzled him. "Don't be. It's fine, love. Let's just enjoy our food, yeah?"

"Of course, baby. We'll take care of this on Monday. I'll make some calls and take care of everything then. Today is all about you, and I'm so sorry it keeps getting interrupted."

"It's okay, love. Can we just eat the fruit though? It's nearly one, now."

To Be Continued...

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