Little madness

      A loud sound echoed off the walls, like a slap, and then someone's rude, insulted voice:       — I paid you, you little son of a bitch! – Aaron turned the corner to get a better look at what was going on.       Two men stood opposite each other in the middle of the room: one was fat, squinting angrily and drooling, the other was a short, red-haired guy with an insolent grin.       — If you need to pay to sleep with you, then you're messed with wrong people, mister. – the guy snapped, raising his bright blue eyes, full of determination, to the man. —You were given the rules of our establishment, and the clause about us only accompanying is right next to the clause about our immunity. – The guy straightened up abruptly and with an unwavering face kicked the angry man between the legs with one swing of his leg, the latter whined loudly and rushed at the guy, but he was called out:       — Mister! – a tall and seemingly stern woman in a blue pantsuit was approaching them. – I ask you to pay for our services and never show up in this establishment again. - She towered over both of them and her eyes glared angrily through her thin glasses. It was clear from the man's eyes that his eyes were about to burst from anger, he hissed angrily:       — What the hell?! This bastard didn't do his job! – he pointed her finger at the guy. The woman's eye twitched, but the man apparently didn't notice. Aaron noticed a badge shining in the light: Dolores Topas.       Dolores raised her voice slightly and, glancing at the guy from time to time, asked:       — What service did you pay for?       The man pursed his lips and squeezed out:       — An escort to a meeting... – he apparently wanted to add something else, but Dolores interrupted him:       — And Neil did his job perfectly! – Aaron noticed how the guy... Neil bit his lip, as if trying not to laugh right in the man’s face. In a trembling voice, he called out to the woman:       — Dolly, Mr.... Gray means that I didn't agree to sleep with him for a measly fifty kopecks. – The man blushed so much that Aaron, as a doctor, even felt uneasy, as if something had happened.       Dolores's gaze seemed ready to pierce, until it was clear whether it was the air or Mr. Gray, however...       — Mr. Gray, – Dolores looked down at the tablet, typed something, then looked up at the man and continued:       — You are no longer welcome here, please go behind security. – Two such huge guys passed by Aaron that even he himself, the alpha, was a little scared, not to mention the pale as death Mr. Gray.       The man was escorted out the door, and Dolores sighed heavily and, raising her eyebrows in frustration, turned to Neil.       — You're in trouble again. – She exhaled as Neil just grinned at that:       — I didn’t do anything this time, everything was according to the rules, not a single unnecessary sound! – Dolores smiled tiredly.       — Another trial could ruin our reputation, – she replied. Neil pursed his lips and remained silent.       Aaron approached the reception desk where they were standing and spoke:       — Excuse me, can I call this young man for a talk?       Neil raised his eyebrows in surprise and pointed to the papers on the table:       — First I had the rules, handsome. – Aaron almost changed his mind, but with a sigh he looked down at the document. In general, nothing complicated: don’t demand more than you paid, don’t touch the workers without asking, don’t hint at intimacy. Aaron nodded to Dolores, and she led them to a sofa by the window. Aaron was a little nervous, so Neil started the conversation:       — What do you need? You're shaking like you've never seen an omega before. – Aaron blurted out without thinking:       — An omega? – He didn't really look like an omega: a little pumped up, tall enough, agile, and most importantly, he didn't smell like anything. Neil looked more like an average beta, but not an omega.       Neil wasn't offended, but just smiled, prompting Aaron to speak.       — I need a partner for a family dinner. My uncle hates omegas, considers them unworthy of life, and omegas over fifteen shouldn't be considered suitable at all, that they only spread their legs, – he blurted out in one breath. Neil just rolled his eyes, as if nothing unusual, and Aaron continued:       — But my girlfriend Caitlin is an omega, and my uncle doesn't accept her. So, could you pretend to be a beta? My dad accepts them much better than omegas... But can you make him so impressed that omega Caitlin will be more important to him and would be a better option? I'll pay double.       Neil, who had been listening attentively, smiled slyly and said:       — I'm all for annoying the omega opponent, but tell me when our meeting will take place before I have to pay for a nanny. – Aaron froze: my God, he also has a child?...       — Yeah... – he answered absentmindedly. — Five to eight in the evening, I think. – Neil nodded casually, took the phone number, named the price and proudly walked down the hall, leaving Aaron alone.