My Shifter Boss

Bobby’s face had remained passive during the voting and sentencing. He rose with poise and addressed the group. “Thank you for your leniency.” Nathan motioned for a security guard to take him downstairs.

Maryann returned her attention to the group after he’d left. “And now we decide Marissa’s fate.”

Edward raised his hand. “Will we allow her to defend herself?”

Maryann considered the question. She addressed the whole group. She addressed the entire group. “Will your verdict be any different if we hear her out?”

The consensus was no. Regardless of her defense, they’d all seen the video of her killing the Head. They’d all seen her behavior at the Head’s funeral. She’d killed Matt in cold blood, and any questions they still had could most certainly be answered by Bobby.

Marissa’s fate was decided in just a few short minutes: Execution.

*****

Maryann met with Andrew Quisenberry the next day to let him know Marissa had been arrested and would be executed for her crimes. He had not questioned the decision. Lucy and Robert set about writing a press release for the two of them to present together at a press conference the next week. They would not only discuss all the events that Marissa had set into motion but would also begin bringing the idea of integration into the public eye. The two of them discussed the long road ahead but knew that it would be worth every bit of trouble when their city became one of the first larger city to integrate.

*****

Lucy and Nathan were relieved when they were finally able to go up to their apartment and relax. They had ordered takeout Chinese and were playing with their chopsticks. Lucy got frustrated and grabbed a fork, but Nathan was persistent and eventually could eat everything but the rice with the chopsticks.

“You have no patience, my lovely wife,” Nathan commented.

Lucy growled at him in response. “Shut up, my rude husband.”

He laughed around his kung pow chicken and reached over to squeeze her thigh. “Not rude, just honest.”

She scoffed. “Semantics.”

They ate in silence for a few minutes. Nathan smiled at her when she watched him using his chopsticks as if he’d been born in China. She rolled her eyes and threw a piece of broccoli at him, which he deftly caught in his mouth and ate.

“Thanks! I wanted to try your broccoli,” he said. She carefully put her fork down, removed his chopsticks from his hand, and launched herself on him. They wrestled, giggling like teenagers, and before long, that wrestling turned into making out. Clothes were discarded quickly, skin to skin contact enhanced their arousal, and they made love on the floor of their living room as husband and wife.

The end.