Ryder
That afternoon, after they had settled in, and she came from her room, she found there were omegas stationed in the hallway of this floor of the packhouse, one outside each of their rooms. They were, it appeared, just sitting on chairs waiting to be of service to any of them. They all also stood up and bowed their heads as she and the others came out of their rooms.
Ryder moved her eyes over all those omegas. They were all dressed exactly the same, in dark green slacks and white short-sleeved blouses. Even their shoes were polished to a high shine, and their hair was all neatly done; in the exact same style, two braids that were pulled into one and fell down their backs and were tied with a green ribbon.
They also all had light, natural-looking make-up on, nothing fancy just notic
