Third POV

"Come in!" The firm voice urges.

Even here, he's still working on his desk like he normally does at the library. "This man, he's always busy!" She whispers to herself. Closing the door behind her, he walks towards him. George doesn't lift his head for once, he appears to be submerged in whatever he's doing over his desk, on his laptop.

"Hello, Alpha Clint!" She greets, a warm smile on her face.

"Are you done with it?" He asks, still focused on his laptop.

"The house manager did it for me, I couldn't find the appropriate tools for its repair, so I took it to him. Look, I...