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help. They were always the same person; blonde, young, perky, way too much energy. Throw in the occasional guy that just needs a paycheck and you have his afternoons every time the hiring emails go out. What he wouldn't give for just one someone to surprise him.
                               
    There he sat interviewing woman after woman who came into the office. Sure he'd smile and shake their hand, listen to their perfectly practiced answers to all the questions he asked, and see their resumes. It was if they were all cardboard cut-outs with no spark, no drive, and no soul behind their eyes.
                 
    "Lilith Burns?" He called out, asking for the third to the last interviewee of the day.
                 
    "Yes, that's me, on my way," he heard. He didn't see anyone for a few moments. When he did see her emerge from a side door, he caught his breath. Long dark hair that flowed with a mind of its own that was tamed just enough to be in an up-do, ample hips and breasts that weren't put on display to tempt him, and curvy hips that were accentuated by a fine skirt. A woman. A woman with substance and fire, he could already see.
                 
    "Right this way, Miss Burns," he said, as he kept the door open for her and led her to the chair.
                 
    "It says here that you have intermediate graphic skills, that you interned for a logo creator back a few years ago, correct?"
                 
    "Yes. I realize that this position is for an assistant, however."
                 
    "It is indeed, but nice to see graphic skills listed instead of just computer skills." He absently tapped his finger on the desk, wondering if he should keep to his normal set of questions or venture into questions he'd like to ask of her.
     
    Abraham proceeded to ask her all the normal things; why he should hire her, where she'd like to be in ten years, and what book would she take with her on a private island. All his standards, except this time he was really curious to hearing the answers. She was breath-taking and he wanted to know everything about her.
                 
    "Are the hours and days acceptable to you?" he asked, casually flipping through applications and trying not to look at her. She was a sincere beauty, one that Abraham was smitten with.
                 
    "Yes, it's all fine. Need fewer hours, which is why I applied here." Interesting , he thought. Why would she need fewer hours?
                 
    "I see, I see." He said thinking, new baby or new man?
                 
    "I'm a hard worker, Mr. Jackson. I show up on time, I work my shift. I'm not one to be killing time on my phone or tablet. I'm productive and I'm efficient." God am I efficient , she thought.
                 
    "Well it all looks good here. This is your current phone and address, then? I'll be calling back applicants starting in the morning." He said as he rose, extending a hand to her. She shook it heartily, not delicate or coy.
                 
    "Yes, thank you. Have a good day, Mr. Jackson." She replied, as she headed through the doorway and back out into the sea of blonde.
                 
    She couldn't put her finger on it, but something about Abraham rubbed Lilith the wrong way. He seemed perfectly nice, said everything right, wasn't condescending or sexist to her, but something wasn't right. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something just was off about him.

Chapter Three: The Call Back
                 
    Abraham could think of little else but her after she left the office. He was restless and still able to smell her scent. Inside he could feel his wolf pacing and he knew that he needed to leave before he accidently shifted in the office. No one in Therion Graphics knew of his shifter ways, and he intended on keeping it like that.
                 
    He blew off the