"So what do you think?" Erin asks Dream perkily, hope shining in her silver eyes as she tugs down the loose sweater she had on.
He wonders why she never let her normal eye color out but he didn't ask, there was no saying that this pretty shade of silver wasn't hers and not just her wolf.
"It's... good." Dream nods, finally finding the word that encompasses how he currently felt.
Erin beams at this. "That's wonderful, I'll be gone for the rest of today but you're free to stay for the rest of the day if you wish."
She motions for Dream to follow her and he does this swiftly, watching her lock up the door to the office and hand the key over to him.
"You're always free to leave of course but first, I'm sure you would like to see the Alpha."
Dream makes a non-committal sound at the back of his throat, remembering that he had left his trusty bag at Erin's office... what a waste...
"So I can count on you to accept the job right?" Erin asks with barely restrained excitement, Dream just shrugs, she was right, his mind was already made up about accepting.
"Oh, I almost forgot, one of the requirements is coming to live on the fourth floor." Erin says just as they get to the door that has to belong to Dale.
Dream's brain short circuits as Erin knocks neatly on the door, he briefly considers turning tail and running flat out away from here.
"Come in." Dale calls from within and Erin shoots Dream a reassuring smile before pushing open the door.
Dream couldn't guess if the secretary had left that little tidbit of information out on purpose but it was too late now.
His gaze get dragged inevitably to Dale, eyes widening imperceptibly when he sees that the other Alpha is dressed formally as well.
It made the place feel like a company or enterprise, unlike Alpha Virgil who wore knitted sweaters and ripped jeans to work and don't even get him started about Jaxie, sometimes he felt like the Head Beta just went to work in the clothes he slept in.
"Dream!" Dale beams, his previously dark expression brightening. "I'm glad you were able to make it."
Dream crosses his fingers at this, heavens help him but he was going to accept, it would be just the both of them living on the fourth floor but he was going to accept the job offer.
"I'll be taking my leave now, Alpha." Erin pipes up, a professional smile on her face, although she's wearing an old sweater and stained sweatpants. "I've given Mr. Micall a tour of the job and please don't hesitate to call me if you need me." She beams, slightly bowing before excusing herself.
Dream just makes a face, he had never gotten called Mr. Micall all his life and he didn't like it one bit, he drags his eyes away from Erin's retreating figure to see Dale staring enthusiastically at him.
"You're taking the job?" He asks with barely constrained excitement.
Dream keeps a blank expression, not exactly sharing his excitement. "Sure but call me Mr. Micall or expect me to do the same to you and I'm walking away."
Dale rubs his cheek nervously. "Ah, that's all my mom, I keep telling Erin to cut the formality but she seems to be unable to help it, I let her do as she wants."
He narrows his eyes at the antsy Alpha, Luna Alana... Well... Ex Luna Alana always found ways to haunt him even in her absence.
"That's fine and you look a little uncomfortable in that suit, another of your mom's doings?" He points out.
Dale tugs his tie experimentally, a sour look on his face.
"She's not around anymore, boss, you need to move on." He tosses over a shoulder, turning around to leave.
Dale blinks rapidly like he had been slapped, his eyes widening in realization. "Wait, are you staying?" He calls quickly just as Dream was about to disappear out his door.
"If you want me to." Dream turns around with a patronizing smile. "I work for you now remember, now if you'll excuse me I have some filing to get to."
Dale just stands shellshocked as Dream sweeps out of his office, a lot was going through his head at the moment but one thing screamed louder than the others and that was Dream telling him to move on.
On a spur of the moment, he yanks off his tie, discards the suit he has on and strides out of his office.
He knocks lightly before he peeks his head in Dream's office, about to tell his new secretary that he didn't have to dress formally to work only to gape when he catches Dream tugging down a soft grey sweater, constricting pants equally gone, a comfortable washed out black jeans in place.
Dream doesn't bat an eyelid at this intrusion. "Need something?" He asks, tugging down the sleeves of his sweater.
"Not at all." Dale slowly retreats, trying to not think about the glimpse of warm skin he had seen - it wasn't working.
He continues his journey to his apartment, chuckling under his breath.
Why did he even stop to think that Dream would care about his mom's rules?
He still couldn't believe his luck, each time Dream gave him a chance it stunned him, he wasn't sure if this was good or bad.
But the one thing he did know was that he suddenly felt rejuvenated, Dream had only been around for less than an hour and work didn't seem so hellish anymore.
He practically tears his constricting clothes off his body going straight for his casual clothing, a plain white top and black sweatpants, it almost felt like he was doing something illegal.
He saunters back to his office, the sickening feeling that always hovered around him notably gone, he could get used to feeling this way, he thinks to himself, cracking his knuckles slightly as he gets to work with the most enthusiasm he's ever had.