Desire Me If You Can [Novel] - Chapter 11

But the fire chief had no choice but to feign ignorance. He had been promised a substantial donation on the condition that he put up with the spoiled little rich boy for just one year. He was told he could request anything he wanted, like the latest fire truck or firefighting equipment he had been eyeing. So who could possibly resist such a sweet temptation?
The same goes for his employees. They were angry right now because someone had easily parachuted into the positions they had worked so hard to obtain, but after receiving the benefits a year later, they would all calm down and understand him.
Still, it was baffling that Miller would give up such a large sum of money just for his son’s amusement. Of course, it was only possible because he had the wealth to back it up. It was something an ordinary person like him couldn’t even dream of doing.
Even Ashley Miller, who is known for being heartless and merciless, seems to cherish his own child.
The fire chief, despite his earlier words to his employees, also felt an unpleasant, churning sensation in his stomach as his thoughts continued. However, he had no choice but to endure. The idea of enduring it for just one year applied to himself as well.
Ahem, clearing his throat, the fire chief ostentatiously shuffled the documents in front of him and said,
“I’ve heard from Senator Miller. Still, we need to go through some basic procedures, so I’ll ask you a few questions. Is that alright?”
“Yes, of course.”
This too had been discussed beforehand. Of course, it was just a formality, but they couldn’t skip it entirely. After all, they had to avoid any accusations of impropriety later on.
Ahem, clearing his throat again, the fire chief raised his head to look at the man.
“Introduce yourself. Tell me what kind of person you are.”
“My name is Grayson Miller.”
Starting with a simple introduction, he continued to speak smoothly, without hesitation. The fire chief’s expression remained unchanged as he listened. The questions were the typical, boring, and predictable ones asked of aspiring firefighters. Since the outcome was predetermined regardless of the answers, the chief just listened to him absentmindedly.
…Huh?
But as he silently listened to the smoothly flowing voice, he gradually realized that something was amiss. The chief inadvertently straightened up, focusing his attention, and asked the next question, but the unsettling feeling did not fade. If anything, it grew stronger-almost chilling.
The content of his words, the tone of his voice, his gestures, and even his gaze.
A shiver ran down the chief’s spine as he observed Miller.
(Extreme Alphas are all psychopaths.)
And a fact he had overheard sometime in the past suddenly resurfaced in his mind.
People so beautiful they could captivate anyone, but with equally damaged brains. Someone who had expressed utter hatred for Extreme Alphas had said that, claiming that none of them were normal. That no one could understand them except for other Extreme Alphas.
The moment he connected those words to the man before his eyes, a chill ran through the fire chief’s entire body.
Several men, looking up at the clear blue sky, soon exchanged knowing glances. Having already heard that Grayson Miller was headed to the fire chief’s office, they knew the time to meet him was fast approaching. “Is everyone ready?”
One of them asked, and the others nodded in turn.
“How long has that bastard been in the chief’s office?”
“He should be coming out soon. He’ll be here any minute.”
“We have to set him straight from the start. We need to make him realize that being a firefighter is no easy job.”
“Let’s make him piss himself right there.”
“It’ll be a sight to see him running away with his pants soaked.”
“Help! Help me!”
Someone yelled mockingly, and they all burst into laughter. They were men who trained their muscles every day and were used to strenuous physical labor. One ordinary man wouldn’t be a match for them. Moreover, Valentina was even present, watching. This was their chance to show off their masculinity to Valentina.
Come on then, you spoiled little brat!
They flexed their muscles and stood there, glaring in the direction they expected Miller to appear from. The tense silence didn’t last long.
“…He’s coming.”
Someone muttered, having heard approaching footsteps. The sound of someone gulping followed. The man who had clenched his fists and adjusted his stance as if he was trying to show off then saw someone rounding the corner, and everyone’s gaze focused on the approaching figure. As expected, the first to appear was the chief. Their eyes quickly shifted to the next person who would follow.
Let’s see that smug face of yours.
You’ll be pissing your pants like a baby soon enough.
Under their murderous gazes, the man finally appeared.
Something about the perspective felt off.
That was the common thought that first came to their minds. It was well-known fact that Ashley Miller, the head of the Miller family, was incredibly tall. Therefore, they had vaguely expected that this man, his son, would be quite tall as well. Some of them had even seen his photos or videos in the media, so they had prepared themselves to some extent.
However, there was a huge difference between imagining and seeing in person. They were stunned into silence at the sight of the enormous man walking towards them, seemingly three heads taller than the
average person.
It wasn’t just his height that made them doubt their own eyes. His brilliant golden hair shimmered dazzlingly in the sunlight, and his striking purple eyes, a shade they had never seen before, added to the mystique of his presence.
Moreover, with his long, almond-shaped eyes, smooth nose bridge that looked like it had never been broken, generously wide mouth, and full, thick lips, he was perfect. Not to mention his well-defined, muscular chest, visible through his shirt with two buttons undone, and his long arms and legs that matched his tall stature. Even his fingers were beautiful. He looked as if he had just stepped out of a fashion magazine.
And an unbelievably sweet scent emanated from this man. They became even more dazed by the intoxicating fragrance.
This man doesn’t belong here.
They vaguely thought. He must have come to the wrong place. Or maybe he was here to film a promotional video for the fire department. Yes, that must be it. They were all thinking the same thing. This man couldn’t be the spoiled rich boy they were waiting for.
They simply stared blankly at the man who had stopped a few steps away when a cough, “Ahem,” snapped them out of their daze. As they continued to stare, unable to tear their eyes away from the man, the fire chief spoke,
“This is Grayson Miller. As you already know, he’ll be with us for the whole year. I hope you’ll all make him feel welcome. It’s a short time, so I trust you’ll all treat him well.”
His words implied, “Let’s just endure it for a year.” Of course, they all understood, and though with slight delays, they finally grasped the reality before them.
That the opponent they had been waiting to ambush was this man right in front of them.
“This guy is Miller?”
One of them asked, his face scrunched up. His gaze was still fixed on Grayson, his expression defiant, but
his tone betrayed a hint of disbelief.
“Yes.”
The chief replied, sounding less than enthusiastic.
“I’ve already briefed you on the situation, so let’s just have a quick introduction and call it a day. We’ll go over work-related matters tomorrow, so don’t overdo it.”
Instead of telling them not to cause trouble, he subtly warned them but it was uncertain how far the employees would heed his words. The chief turned his apprehensive gaze to Grayson and added,
“We’ll have a welcome party at the bar later tonight, so make sure you all come. You can properly introduce yourselves to those who aren’t here then.”
He had spoken as considerately as possible, but Grayson Miller, annoyingly, seemed completely disinterested. The fire chief sighed as he watched Grayson casually scan the fire station with his unobstructed view thanks to his towering height, and then left.
They’re adults, they should know what to do. I’ve done all I can.
There’s no need to specifically warn them about him.