The spacious office of Montgomery Biotech was as refined as its CEO, with sleek furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking downtown Seattle. Behind a wide mahogany desk, Matthew Montgomery sat in his chair, his signature dog tag glinting faintly under the soft glow of the afternoon sun. His deep blue eyes scanned a set of documents with a thoughtful expression, but he looked up as his Beta assistant, Peter, entered briskly, carrying a tablet.

Peter adjusted his glasses before clearing his throat. “Mr. Montgomery, I’ve shortlisted a few candidates for the face of our new pheromone suppressant campaign. A mix of Alphas and Omegas to ensure broader appeal.”

Matthew leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen lightly on the desk. “Let’s hear it.” His voice was smooth, commanding but never cold.

Peter swiped on his tablet, projecting profiles onto the office screen. “We have a high-profile Alpha model who’s been gaining traction on social media, an Omega actor known for his advocacy work, and a Beta influencer with a neutral approach that could bridge gaps.”

Matthew studied the profiles thoughtfully. “An Omega spokesperson might resonate better for this product line—it’s about trust and understanding, not just authority.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “But I won’t decide without meeting them first. Arrange something.”

Peter nodded. “Understood, sir.”

As the Beta exited the room, Matthew's gaze lingered on the screen, his thoughts momentarily drifting. One day, I’ll find someone who understands me, someone to share all of this with. Then, shaking off the thought, he focused back on the task at hand.