Ceo Hates Omegas

Episode 1

Ethan Lloyd, that was my name. I had been living in the bustling capital of London for almost a month. The city rose before me with its imposing glass skyscrapers, beautiful nonetheless. I loved the idea that after 24 years of living in a boring town, I finally had the freedom to be in one of the most important capitals in the world.

Those days, I was desperately looking for an opportunity to settle down. I was a beta from a small town, an average student who had gotten his degree from an unrecognized and small local university, but who had managed to finish my studies and was now looking to leave that life behind and live in the big metropolis.

I had always dreamed of leaving my hometown, which was boring, cold, and ugly, and going to the capital, full of things to do and see, apart from the fact that most of my friends had gone to London and I was the last one to do so.

Already in the city, despite my efforts, I lived off unstable jobs and the little money my parents sent me, but still, every day I sent out countless resumes and traveled the city in search of some more promising job offer, which so far it had been in vain, apparently due to my lack of experience, for the same reason I even began to consider working as a delivery man, but I had neither a motorcycle nor a license.

While I was eating a slice of pizza that I bought at the supermarket, a call came from one of the many companies I had applied to, but this was not just any company, it was one of the most important Financial Consulting firms in the city, which recently its control had passed into the hands of the dominant alpha Alexander Stone, son of the late Leonard Stone, one of the most important businessmen in the country.

I was surprised that such an important company was interested in me, but it filled me with hope and excitement, as if finally, I was being given the value I deserved, even though I was full of nervousness.

The call went smoothly, apparently, I met all the requirements for a secretarial vacancy that needed to be filled urgently, so I was really lucky. They said they thought I had potential and at the end of it all, the voice on the other end of the line was insistent that I should take some blood tests to corroborate that my caste was Beta, and I thought that wouldn't be a major problem, I had nothing to hide or prove, I just wanted a well-paying job.

Although at first, the insistence that I was a beta did not catch my attention, at nightfall my head in one of its anxious moves began to ask why I should take medical tests that showed my caste, it felt like something illegal discrimination by caste, but maybe there was some loophole that the company could use. In the end, I came to the conclusion that I didn't care as long as they treated me well and paid me.