The Sky Casino busied during the long summer months. It saw a surplus of customers from various regions coming to waste their hard-earned money for a chance at the good life. Business was booming, but it only meant more work for Sigma.

Stressed customers of all secondary genders forced into close quarters, a situation that's bound to lead to disaster. The staff were already spread thin, running games and serving customers, meaning more times than not, Sigma had to step in to diffuse situations.

Rowdy Alphas starting fights, Omegas forgetting heat-suppressants, customers harassing employees. As an Alpha, Sigma held responsibility for what happened in his "territory". Alpha needed to be put in their places, Omegas were to receive proper care, and customers to be satisfied. Sigma wouldn't settle for anything less.

It only worsened throughout the day, the only respite was found in the early hours when most customers were asleep, drunk, or on their way to either. Sigma sat at his desk, finally finding a moment to soak in his stress.

There was no time to be exhausted when matters still needed attending. He couldn't focus on his heart drumming against his ribcage, or how his hands shook when he reached for his drawer. He couldn't let doubtful thoughts swarm him, he couldn't get distracted.

Sigma knew the risks of long-term consumption of scent-blockers, but he couldn't afford to let anyone sense his nerves. He only took one this time, staring at the emptying bottle with a sigh. I need to restock.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, echoing through the large room and reaching his desk. Sigma tucked the pills away in his drawer and stood, calling out, "Come in."