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Chapter 72: There are...two of you?

Chapter 72: There are...two of you?

The tone had shifted in the elevator, but Mrs. Proctor didn’t let that stop her. Once the elevator doors opened up to the executive level, she happily and gladly led them around the space. She was holding onto her giant bouquet of flowers with one hand, and gesturing around the space with the other.

"Over here is where most of our meetings are held. This is the board room. I modeled it after a sketch your Mother did back in the day. Oh! This is a painting from your Mother’s storage that she left to me before she passed. I think she worried that her family was going to take everything, so she started giving out things early." Andrew’s head was spinning with all the new information he was getting, and the fact that she was so cheerful.

Andrew knew she had to be grieving, but the more he heard her talk, the more it seemed like she knew that his Mother had passed away earlier than just a few days ago. Andrew had to ask her about it, but he was going to wait until the timing was better. Not when she was excitedly showing him and Maxwell what she had done over the years.

Everyone they passed on this level was stunned to see Maxwell, and confused when they saw Andrew. He couldn’t blame them. He hadn’t seen any of them before, since most of them had to be his age. A few of them were older, around Mrs. Proctor’s age, but Andrew didn’t recognise them, and Mrs. Proctor didn’t make any special notes when introducing them.

Except for one person.

Andrew knew they were approaching her office since this branch of the hallway felt...heavier, more important. The furnishings got slightly more extravagant, and there were a few beautifully put together desks outside of a giant set of doors, along with a few chairs that looked like they were expensive. Andrew doubted many people who waited here weren’t important.

Two of the desks were empty, and one had a slightly older lady working away. She had her head bent, so Andrew wasn’t able to get a good look at her face, but she was also wearing all black like Mrs. Proctor. As soon as she sensed them approaching, she pushed her chair back and rushed around the desk.

When she caught sight of Andrew, she froze, before her eyes started to water and she covered her mouth. It gave Andrew enough time to look her over.

She was shorter, and softer than Mrs. Proctor, and reminded him of his Mother. Her features were aged slightly, but she was still stunning in the same way Maxwell’s Mother was. She was slightly plump, with rounded hips and larger breasts, but she seemed...happy. Well taken care of. Whoever was the mate of this woman was doing a good job.

Her big, blue eyes held tears, and also such a sense of longing and loss it had Andrew freezing in his tracks. Her blonde hair, like Mrs. Proctor, had a few streaks of white in it, but beyond that she looked timeless. Sweet, caring, and the perfect image of a working omega.

"Oh Andrew. You’ve grown up so well." She sobbed, before pulling the taller man in for a bruising hug unfit for the image she projected. Mrs. Proctor was chuckled beside them.

"This is my head secretary, as well as my wife, Mrs. Proctor." Mrs. Proctor seemed proud to say it, while the smaller Mrs. Proctor pulled away from Andrew to cup his face, squeezing it so that she could tilt it this way and that. It was clear she was inspecting him, and when she sniffed, Andrew worried she was going to cry. Instead, she turned to her wife.

"He’s grown up so much." Her voice trembled and Mrs. Proctor sighed, before coming to her wife with a smile and wrapping her arms around her.

"Come now, Sweetie. You need to let Andy breathe. He hasn’t seen you in years, and he had a hard time even remembering me." She spoke gently to her wife, who sniffed, and stepped back, giving Andrew some room. Maxwell was shaking beside him, and at first Andrew worried it was for some strange reason.

When he glanced at him, he found that Maxwell’s shoulders were shaking with laughter.

"What are you laughing about?" Andrew asked him quietly, his brows furrowed and Maxwell’s shoulders shook harder.

"She...She squished your face." Maxwell managed to get out, and Andrew’s eyes widened at Maxwell’s words, before he frowned.

"And?" Andrew asked, confused, and Maxwell finally turned his gaze towards him. Maxwell’s face was filled with laughter and it only made Andrew frown more.

"You were so cute!" Maxwell said, laughter tinting his words. Despite his frown, Andrew found his heart thumping in his chest. Whenever Maxwell showed his emotions like this, especially laughter and happiness, it filled something inside of Andrew.

At the same time, he could not let it stand.

"Oh, I’m sorry. Wait till I find your long lost aunt and her wife and watch as she squishes your cute face, hmm? Or better yet, why don’t I do that now?" Andrew threatened, and Maxwell’s eyes widened and he glanced down at where Andrew was still holding his hand. Andrew watched as Maxwell’s ears turned pink.

"You know my personal stances, Andrew." Maxwell said, swallowing, and Andrew grinned.

"I do, but do you see anyone else around here?" Andrew asked, glancing down the long hallway they had come down and not a single soul moved. Maxwell glanced back up at Andrew’s face.

"Kim and Mrs. Proctor are still here!" Maxwell whispered fiercely, and Andrew shrugged.

"They’re married. I think they’d look the other way." Andrew teased, knowing he wasn’t going to take it past what Maxwell was comfortable with. He felt that he’d earned this small amount of teasing though.

Maxwell tugged on Andrew’s hand, and Andrew, being the bigger man that he was, raised Maxwell’s hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss there. Maxwell’s ears couldn’t get pinker.

"Uhhm." Mrs. Proctor cleared her throat, and Maxwell jerked, turning his attention to the two women. Andrew laughed, watching as the small man who tried so hard to maintain his dignity in front of others panicked. The two women seemed pleased to watch them, and that only made the smaller man more embarrassed. "While I am glad that you two get along so well, I’m worried that Mr. Beckett might blow up the building, Andy. Please be careful with him." The teasing gaze of the taller of the Mrs. Proctor’s said, and Andrew inclined his head. Shaking her own, she pushed open the door of her office, her wife holding her other hand as she did so.

"Come on in, you two." The smaller Mrs. Proctor said, her eyes warm and welcoming. Andrew could feel himself relaxing in her presence immediately. She felt comfy, like home. He wondered if that was an intentional thing on her part.

The inside of her office was a giant space filled with filing cabinets, long well maintained bookshelves, and a few comfy-looking leather couches. They didn’t match the decor outside of the office, so Andrew took this as her own personal preferences. There was a small area tucked behind a bookcase that the smaller of the two Proctor’s went to after kissing her wife on the cheek. Andrew could hear water running, and assumed it was a small pantry-like area to prepare tea and snacks out of eyesight.

The overall feeling and colour scheme of this office was dark, but welcoming. It didn’t quite suit the woman before them, but at the same time, he couldn’t say that it didn’t. Would he have expected her office to be in creams and deep, rich brown tones? Probably. But this darkness suited her just as well.

Instead of going to her giant wooden desk, she instead went to the comfy couches. On the small coffee table in between the two there were several piles of documents. Andrew swallowed as she turned her gaze to him. Her own smile that touched her lips was hesitant, and sad.

"Well then, now that we’re here, should we get to business?" She asked, and Andrew jerked his head in a nod. Maxwell gave Andrew’s hand a squeeze, before leading the two of them to the couch. Andrew could feel his heart beginning to beat in his chest, and his throat. His head began to throb as soon as he sat down. He wasn’t aware that his pheromones were getting out of whack until Maxwell yanked his head down to Maxwell’s throat.

"Breathe, Andrew. It’s okay." Andrew inhaled Maxwell’s scent, his shoulders shaking as he finally processed what he was about to do. The soft sounds of a kettle boiling, of cups and spoons rattling against each other, and the rustling of clothes filled his ears as Andrew tried to gather himself.

He had taken the same medication that Michael had told him to do as last time, but this was a different situation. Unlike the joyous time where he was meeting Maxwell’s family for the first time, this was Andrew coming to terms with his Mother’s death all over again. The years that passed didn’t make this any easier.

"I think I need a drink." Andrew muttered against Maxwell’s skin, his nose rubbing against the column of his neck. Maxwell let out a shaky breath.

"Are you sure that’s a smart idea?" Andrew shook his head at Maxwell’s softly spoken words.

"No. I don’t know." Andrew said, his emotions still feeling wild. Maxwell wrapped his arm around his shoulder.

"It’s okay to not know." Maxwell comforted and Andrew sniffed. He wrapped his arms around Maxwell, grateful that he had come with him. He didn’t know what he would have done without him

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