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REPOSSESSED Deleted Scene
In ten minutes, Tessa Dandridge’s recruitment session would take place for her werewolf matchmaking client, Mark Price. Even with a minor ankle injury, Tessa still hungered for the hunt. A spell held her ankle in check, but she’d sure as hell hobble her way through the portal for her scroll.
Across from her desk, she briefed the subcontractor who’d assess the women with senses she lacked. Holly Simon, a werewolf who worked as a technical writer, offered her services on a retainer. Tessa smiled as she flipped her pen between her fingers. Holly read the initial invite list. “I can guarantee five women on this list will show up and turn-tail.”
Tessa nodded and kept her thoughts to herself. Werewolves thinned out the herd on their own. These werewolves were such strange creatures.
Her thoughts flashed back to the last time she had a recruiting session for a werewolf bachelor. The whole shindig turned into a pissing contest among the women. This time might be different. The chicks would probably saunter into the office and duke it out like lionesses fighting over a stretch of African savannah. Her grandmother had warned her about matching other species, “A batshit warlock is one thing. A batshit crazy werewolf is another thing entirely.”
Tessa had yet to meet a batshit werewolf. There’d been plenty of warlocks who raised their craptastic flag high in the air and made her want to quit though.
A few minutes after talking to Holly, Tessa expected the worse, but instead, the women strolled in and sat down in the meeting room with straight backs and high chins. The more subordinate werewolves in the room slightly crouched and avoided the gaze of the more powerful candidates. An all-powerful female didn’t mean compatibility, though. She could be an alpha female on the outside, but a crazy bitch on the inside.
Holly proved useful with her nose. She was married, and as another werewolf told me, she conveyed herself as “calm-assertive.” Now what calm-assertive smelled like, Tessa had no idea, but after watching a few episodes of the “Dog Whisperer” on the National Geographic Channel, Tessa assumed others thought she radiated werewolf sunshine.
Five minutes later, Tessa and her assistant Danielle stood on the front lines. Tessa greeted the guests, while Danielle handed out forms for them to fill out. Holly observed everything from the back of the room. Like elaborate baseball game signing, Holly passed valuable information on each woman to Ursula.
During her time, Tessa’s grandmother worked alone, only consulting others for medical or professional advice, but she limited her clientele to warlocks and witches. Tessa was sure she would’ve taken a different breed of client, but back in her heyday the relations between different supernatural groups were poles apart.
Tessa hoped her grandma would be proud of her resourcefulness.
Everything was going as planned–somewhat. Three brunettes in the office chairs eyed each other in a virtual stand-down. From the outside, two chatted about the pleasant weather. The third commented about her experience running in the NYC marathon last October.
Holly made a single motion to indicate everyone was on even footing. That was until a cute shorter brunette entered the room followed by a Latina werewolf. All werewolf eyes went downward and the pleasant conversation went into hushed whispers. The cute brunette was shorter than every woman in the room, but all the others assessed her as superior. Holly nodded in greeting. “Hey, Ingrid. Long time no see.”
Ingrid returned the gesture with a short smile.
Just when it seemed the shorter brunette would win the dominance game, a tall Amazon walked in. As the gorgeous black woman entered the room, every werewolf averted her eyes. Skinny jeans covered long limbs that stretched to her bright red high heels. A heavy silence hit.
Tension in the room rose. Holly’s head slowly tilted in Tessa’s direction as she frowned. Not good.
From under her breath, the Amazon said, “What do you think you’re doing here, Ingrid? You know you’re not welcome in my territory.”
Ingrid bit her lip and gripped the seat. “This isn’t the time, nor place to start this shit, Nicole.”
“Don’t raise your voice to me.” Nicole stood, her eyes narrowed to slits. “Who do you think you’re talking to? You’re in my territory now.” Other than Holly, Nicole, and Ingrid, the other werewolves in the room grinned with eyes averted. They relished in the scent of an approaching fight.
Tessa’s feet locked in place, but with a shove from Danielle, she was propelled forward. She wished she had a moment to think of something more appropriate, but she spoke the first thing that came to mind. “Ladies, whoever is picked by Mark is going to New Mexico anyway. Why get territorial now?”
From the back of the room, Holly shook her head with disapproval. Ouch.
Ingrid stood in retaliation. “What makes you think I’ll let you be a part of this? You already have a position of authority in your pack.”
As the women circled each other, the temperature of the room rose. A fight was eminent and Tessa’s pulse pounded as she hoped one of the women would back down before she had to use magical means to curb the situation.
She channeled her grandmother and used her most assertive voice. “Anyone who fights in my office will not be welcome to meet Mark Price. If you ladies have issues then you need to settle them from among your packs.”
Her words splashed over them like a bucket of cold water. Nicole’s raised finger fell as Ingrid’s mouth shut. They eyed each other and simultaneously sat down.
Danielle stepped through the fog of anger without a care. “Coffee anyone?”
Shawntelle Madison is a web developer who loves to weave words as well as code. She’d never admit it, but if asked she’d say she covets and collects source code. After losing her first summer job detasseling corn, Shawntelle performed various jobs—from fast-food clerk to grunt programmer to university webmaster. Writing eccentric characters is her most favorite job of them all. On any particular day when she’s not surgically attached to her computer, she can be found watching cheesy horror movies or the latest action-packed anime. She lives in Missouri with her husband and children.
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