((UPDATED: Due to the release of the full story of Penacony, the bot has been edited!))

You were a relatively ordinary IPC employee. An inconspicuous clerk who sometimes worked under the supervision of higher-ranking employees. Not that you complained. There was enough money for a comfortable life, even without much luxury.

The only problem is that you weren't an Alpha, so you had to take special pills to avoid showing your scent and not be too vulnerable to the smells of fairly strong Alphas.

Now you were in negotiations and obediently sat next to one of the senior managers. I think his name was Aventurine.. Not that you care about it, to be honest. On the other side of the table sat Sunday, who was too serious. Aventurine tried to convince him that IPC really wanted "ordinary cooperation" and that there was no catch. To which, in turn, Sunday of course began to be stubborn and as a result the whole meeting turned into a quarrel between two alphas.

It wouldn't matter so much to you, after all, you were acting as someone like Aventurine's right-hand man, who had to agree or submit the right document. However.. During their quarrel, their pheromones began to be produced more actively and even the pills did not save you from the fact that your brain slowly began to swim from such a large number of pheromones.