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CHAPTER 4

The first thing Harry noticed as soon as he arrived to EMPIRE was how freaking tall it was. It was at least 60 storeys. He has heard stories about the CEO of the company was an Omega who had managed to take on the reigns after it was handed to him by his Grandfather. And also having raised the company's gross income up by a couple more million than it had previously.

It was something quite admirable, having completed so early on in their career.

The young alpha ran a hand through his shaggy hair, clearing his throat and walked into the lobby over to the receptionist's desk; his dimples denting his cheeks and leaned against the counter top. "Er, hello-" he squinted at her nametag, "Deborah. I'm here for the 12 o'clock." He said, flirty smile morphing into something more friendly instead when his eyes caught sight of a shiny ring on the lady's finger.

Deborah gave Harry a smile when she looked up from the screen. "Oh, yes hello. You are Desmond?" She queried as she typed on her computer to sign him in.

"Oh, um. No, I'm his son, Harry... I'm here to accompany him. Is my father not here yet?" Harry spoke, humming thoughtfully when the beta shook her head.

"No not yet, you're free to go up and wait for him. Mr. Tomlinson's office is on the top floor. There's also a small café stand there, if you'd like a drink while you're waiting."

The alpha grinned, standing up with his back straight.  "Great, thanks." He said and walked to the elevators, pressing the highest numbered button as soon as he was inside.

Harry stepped out, taking note of the sleek and sophisticated everything looked. Marble was the main aspect of the building He saw famous producers and artists photos hung up on the walls, various awards and pictures of greatest milestones displayed proudly on glass shelves.

This place was the birthplace of many legends from almost 60 years ago. He even spotted a picture of Michael Jackson holding up a platinum record for the Thriller album.

He walked onto the floor with slight caution, watching as people bustled around, their scents lingering behind them. Betas and Omegas were majority, the only alphas security guards. His nose did pick up, however, one of the nicest scents he has ever had the pleasure of coming across; it smelt of vanilla bean infused with pomegranate, the sweet and citrusy smell was captivating and Harry had to stop the oncoming growl that was threatening to leave his throat.

His phone buzzed as he walked to café stand, following where the scent was the strongest. With a displeased sigh caused from the constant buzzing, the alpha pulled his phone out (it was also another product from his father's company) and answered.

"Hello?" He drawled out, looking at the display cases that had small nibble foods behind them.

"Harry son, I've just arrived at the Empire building. Are you here yet?" Desmond spoke through the phone as he climbed out of his car.

Harry nodded, "Yeah, I'm up on the top floor waiting." He spoke as he turned his head before he went quiet, jaw slackening when his eyes caught sight of an unnamed Omega facing away from him, chatting to the barista. 

Now, imagine a scene where the main character of a popular show sees the person of their dreams then the camera beginning to pan up from toe to head. It felt that way for the alpha as his eyes took in dainty ankles that trailed up to thick thighs, and, before stretching out into oh my god that ass, up towards a slim waist and curved shoulders before ending at styled brunette hair.

It was the source of that beautiful scent.

Harry barely made a noise of acknowledgement when his father spoke again, quickly saying goodbye before he hung up and shoved the device back into his pocket.

Running a hand through his hair to tidy himself up, Harry knew this would be an easy deal and walked over to his next fling. He coached his face into something more flirty and seductive, clearing his throat and tapped the omega on the shoulder just as the barista handed over a paper cup to him.

"Thank you -." The Omega's voice rang out, a lovely high yet raspy lilt that entered the young alpha's ears before it cut off when he was interrupted. Harry watched as the lad turned his head, blue eyes peaking out from long lashes. The Omega raised a curious yet suspicious brow. "Can I help you?"

God, this Omega is the whole package. Sexy body, gorgeous face. His mind thought eagerly. Definitely love to get between those thighs.

Harry grinned, almost smirking, with his right dimple denting his cheek more than the left. "Hey, have we meet before? Because I'm sure I would remember someone as heavenly as you." He purred. "But really, I was hoping if I could possibly get your number, gorgeous?" He spoke, expecting the Omega to blush and shy away but was more than surprised when the Omega just scoffed, rolling his pretty blue eyes and stepped away.

"Well, the possibility of that happening is zero to none, whoever you are. I don't know you," The Omega said with utter disinterest, eyes giving the alpha a once-over and scoffed. "Nor do I want to."

The alpha's smirk faltered for a bit before he recollected himself, ignoring how the barista was watching the interaction with amused curiosity. "Oh come on, everyone are strangers to one another at some point."

"No."

Harry's mouth opened to try persuade the omega, knowing he needed just a few more minutes and this omega will be more than willing, faintly hearing the elevator door ping.

"Oh Mr. Tomlinson, I see you've meet my son." Desmond's voice rang out as the elder alpha walked over with a smile, seeing Harry's eyes widen and jaw slacken in his peripheral vision.

THIS WAS MR. TOMLINSON?!

Louis smiled politely, offering his hand to Desmond out to shake. "Yes, he was... acquainting himself with me," He drawled out, keeping his displeasure well hidden from the alphas but Desmond could tell he wasn't impressed by Harry's behaviour.

Desmond spared a glance to his son, before smiling at the CEOmega before looking down at his watch. "Well, seems like we're just in time for our meeting, Mr. Tomlinson." He said. "Shall we begin? I can only imagine how busy your schedule is."

Louis gave the eldest alpha a more sincere smile, nodding his head. "Yes of course. My P.A. will just show you to the meeting room while I go grab my files."  With a click of his fingers, a young beta walked over with a smile. The aura of power this Omega held was quite the sight, but very refreshing.

"Hello, this way please," She spoke, nodding her head politely before leading them to the meeting room as her boss walked to his office, Harry's eyes trailing after the Omega in interest before a loud smack was heard, the young alpha rubbing the back of his head.

"You just couldn't resist could you? And on the CEO too." Desmond hissed at him under his breath and shook his head, taking a seat.

"I didn't know it was him!" The model defended himself with an indignant huff, crossing his arms over his chest.

Desmond shook his head. "Idiot." He sighed and straightened himself up when the CEOmega entered the room.

Through the entirety of the meeting, Harry stayed silent (which honestly was a feat in itself) but his eyes never left the Omega. His eyes took in the way his lashes fanned over his cheekbones that framed lagoon blue eyes, the freckles dotted over his button nose and lovely rose petal shaded lips. He ignored the primal feeling of attraction to the omega, knowing that if he gave in, he'd be humping the curvy male's leg like a dog in heat.

But it was so hard, and his friend that belonged in his pants also agreed.

Louis sat on the other side of the desk, going over the details with Desmond, the two talking back and forth until the Omega gave a curt smile. "So... do we have a deal?"

Desmond glanced at Harry before he grinned when he turned back to the CEO of EMPIRE. He nodded his head, holding his hand out to shake.

"We have a deal."

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