Chapter 11

However, the fire chief had no choice but to ignore it. He had been promised an enormous donation on the condition that they endure the unwanted young master for just one year. They said he could request whatever he wanted, like the latest fire trucks or firefighting equipment he had been coveting. Who could dare resist such sweet temptation?

The same went for his subordinates. Right now, they might be angry that someone was easily parachuting into a position they had worked hard to obtain, but after receiving the benefits in a year, everyone would understand the chief and their hearts would soften.

But even the chief couldn't understand the Millers, spending such a large sum just for their son's pastime. Of course, it was possible because they had the wealth to back it up. As a common citizen, he couldn't even dream of doing such things.

Even Ashley Miller, said to be without blood or tears, must cherish his children.

Though the chief had said what he did to his employees, as he continued thinking, he too felt an unpleasant sensation as if his stomach was twisting. But he had no choice but to endure. After all, the "just endure for one year" applied to him as well.

Ahem, the fire chief cleared his throat and spoke while ostentatiously shuffling the documents in front of him.

"I heard from Senator Miller. Still, we need to go through some basic procedures, so I'd like to ask a few questions, if that's alright?"

"Yes, of course."

This too had been discussed beforehand. Though it was merely a formality, they couldn't skip even this. After all, they couldn't risk any talk of illegality later.

Again clearing his throat with an ahem, the fire chief raised his head and looked at the man.

"Introduce yourself, tell us what kind of person you are."

"My name is Greyson Miller."

Starting with this simple introduction, he continued speaking smoothly. The fire chief's expression remained unchanged as he listened to the man's words. The questions were the same old obvious ones commonly asked of those wanting to become firefighters. Since the outcome was already decided regardless of the answers, the chief was listening halfheartedly with blank eyes.

...Huh?

But as he silently listened to the smoothly flowing voice, he gradually realized something was wrong. The chief unconsciously adjusted his posture and asked the next question with renewed focus, but the situation didn't change. Rather, it became even more chilling.

The content of his words, his tone, his gestures, and even his eye contact.

Goosebumps rose as he observed all of these aspects of Miller.

<All extreme Alphas are psychopaths.>

And suddenly, something he had heard in passing came back to his mind.

Beautiful enough to enchant everyone, but equally damaged in the brain. Someone who had shown extreme hatred for extreme Alphas had said that, claiming they were all abnormal. That no one except another extreme Alpha could understand them.

When that story overlapped with the man before his eyes, chills ran through the chief's entire body.

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Several men who had been looking up at the cloudless blue sky soon turned to exchange implicit glances with each other. Having already heard that Greyson Miller had headed to the fire chief's office, the time for confrontation would soon come.

"Is everyone ready?"

When one asked, the other men nodded in turn.

"How long has that bastard been in the chief's room?"

"Should be time. He'll show up here soon."

"We need to teach him proper manners from the start. Make him understand that being a firefighter is absolutely not an easy job."

"Let's make him wet himself right there."

"It'll be quite a sight to see him run away with soaked pants."

"Help me, help me!"

Laughter burst out at someone's mocking cry. They were men used to daily muscle training and hard labor. One ordinary man would be nothing to them. Moreover, Valentina was watching the situation. This was the perfect timing to show off their masculinity to Valentina. Come on! You little young master!

They stood watching the direction Miller was expected to come from, their muscles fully pumped. The tense silence didn't last long.

"...He's coming."

Someone muttered as they heard approaching footsteps. The sound of dry swallowing followed. As a man who had ostentatiously clenched his fists and adjusted his posture caught sight of someone coming around the corner, everyone's attention focused. As expected, the chief appeared first. Their eyes quickly moved to await the figure that would appear next.

Let's see that precious face of yours. You'll soon be wetting yourself like a baby.

Finally, that man appeared amid their murderous gazes.

Something seems wrong with the perspective.

That was the first thought that commonly occurred in their minds. It was well known that Ashley Miller, the head of the Miller family, was of unimaginably tall stature. Therefore, they had vaguely expected this man, his son, to be quite tall as well. Some had even seen his photos or videos through media, so they were somewhat prepared.

But there was an enormous difference between imagination and reality. They lost their composure in shock at the sight of the giant man walking toward them, who seemed to be three heads taller than ordinary people.

It wasn't just his tall height that made them doubt their eyes. His brilliant golden hair sparkled dazzlingly in the sunlight, and his deep purple eyes, unlike any they had seen before, added to the man's mystique.

Moreover, he was perfect with his horizontally long eyes, smooth bridge of nose that seemed never to have been broken, generously large mouth and wide, thick lips. Not to mention his muscular chest visible through the couple of unbuttoned buttons of his shirt, and his long limbs proportionate to his tall height. Even his fingers were beautiful, making him look as if he had just stepped out of a fashion magazine.

And this man emitted an unbelievably sweet scent. They became even more dazed by the fragrance that was so good it could make one fall completely under its spell.

This man doesn't belong here.

They vaguely realized. He must have come to the wrong place. Or perhaps he was here to film a promotional video for the fire station. Yes, that must be it. Everyone was thinking the same thing in their heads. That this man couldn't be the troublemaker they had been waiting for.

As they stood blankly staring at the man who had stopped a few steps away, an ahem throat-clearing sound brought them to attention. To those still unable to take their eyes off the man, the fire chief spoke.

"This is Greyson Miller. As you already know, he'll be with us for the next year. I hope everyone welcomes him. I trust you'll all do well since it's a short time."

This statement carried the meaning 'let's endure for one year.' Of course, they all understood this, and though there was a slight time lag, they finally realized the reality before their eyes.

That this man right in front of them was the target they had been preparing for.

"This guy is Miller?"

One asked with a deeply furrowed brow. Though his expression was defiant while still staring at Greyson, his tone betrayed a hint of disbelief.

"Yes."

The chief answered somewhat reluctantly.

"I explained the basics before, so let's just do introductions and call it a day. We agreed to start teaching him about the work tomorrow, so don't push too hard."

Though he had slipped in this comment instead of directly telling them not to cause trouble, it was uncertain how far his subordinates would comply. The chief turned an untrusting gaze toward Greyson and added.

"We'll have a welcome party at the bar this evening, so make sure everyone attends, and you can slowly get acquainted with those who aren't here now then."

Though he spoke as considerately as possible, Greyson Miller annoyingly seemed completely uninterested. The fire chief sighed and left as he watched him casually surveying the fire station's interior with his clear view afforded by his towering height.

They're adults anyway, they'll handle it themselves. I've done what I could. No need to specifically warn about that man.