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Rooster Teeth considered themselves – as a whole – a very progressive thinking office.
Michael pressed up close behind Geoff, pouring off more waves of aggression than usual. The older man reached back and touched his Omega's hip in an attempt to soothe a problem he didn't know yet. “This isn't fucking right.”
“What isn't?”
Michael grabbed his boss by the arm and dragged him out of the break room and down the hall. They stopped in front of one of the under-used storage rooms. “He'd doing it again.”
Indeed he was. This was the third time they'd found Burnie backing Gavin into a corner just this week. The English Omega had his hands tangled in a pile of wires on a desk and their former CEO was pressed up behind him, whispering something in the boy's ear they couldn't hear. Gavin was pale and his eyes were glued to the ground. Michael's fingers pointedly dug into his Alpha'sleeve. “We can't keep letting him fuck with him like this.”
“It doesn't sit right with me either,” Geoff assured him, “But unless he says something, I can't do anything.”
“Bullshit,” the young gamer hissed through his teeth. “You're an Alpha, he's an Alpha, make a fucking challenge or something. I mean, he's technically-”
“Being an Alpha-proxy or whatever is totally different than what we have,” Geoff reminded him, not for the first time. “It's what parents are to Omegas. I can't call him out on shit like this unless the Omega specifically ask me to. And I've asked Gavin twice and he hasn't said anything.”
“You stupid fucking Alphas and your unspoken social contract shit,” Michael grumbled, watching his best friend squirm uncomfortably. “I hate this.”
“Me too,” Geoff agreed. “I'm going to text Gus and tell him to start the podcast.”
Neither missed the way Burnie's hand strayed to the Omega's lower back and threatened to slide down.
“It's going to take a lot more than that soon,” Michael noted. “He's getting real fucking bold and I don't like it.”