Callum typically doesn't find himself in a lot of trouble. He's an alpha that tends to keep to himself - never seen fighting, never seen disrespecting anyone. He often wonders why others can't hold the same value when they meet him.

Callum's jaw ticks as he stares at the business card clutched between his fingers. A black business card with initials printed in white. It looks expensive, and Callum sighs as he holds it up in the light that casts in through the open window.

His junior gave this card to him, told him that showing up at this lounge would be good for him. He didn't know what else to do, so he came on a whim. It would help him focus on the next few assignments they were going to get, the junior had told him.

Callum, so lost in thought, doesn't see the figure that walks up to him. His nose picks up on a strong scent, and his eyes pop open when the card is snatched from his fingers. He stares up at the omega before him - lips parted in his shock. Gorgeous. There's a gorgeous man standing before him, a gloating smile on his lips as he turns the card in his hand.