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His eyes narrowed, and I immediately felt bad for throwing her under the bus.
“Errm,” I looked anywhere but at him. “I’m sorry.”
He sighed. “It’s like this generation just doesn’t give a fuck anymore. It’s so hard to find quality workers that want to be here. This new generation just wants money, and time off. I don’t think they know that to get both, they have to actually work.”
I shrugged. “I wouldn’t know how that feels.”
He threw his arm around me, and led me through the many, many hallways of the station.
Several people stopped him, asking about Forest and Atlas. Several were interested in me, too. Germaine, however, was very skilled at turning them all away and guiding them away from him without so much as saying it.
When we got to the ‘SWAT wing’ as he’d coined it, I came to a sudden, frozen halt in the doorway.
Why?
Because there were a bunch of half-naked men, sweating and working out.
There were black guys, white guys, Mexican guys, a few Asian and Indian as well.
And every single one of them was ripped.
My gaze was bouncing around the room like a freakin’ pinball, unsure what to focus on.
But that indecision stopped when Germaine whistled, causing every last one of them to focus on us.
“Daddy!” Forest screeched, wiggling hard.
Germaine set Forest down on his feet, and showing he didn’t have the same issue as me, he went right to Atlas at the back of the room.
He wasn’t as sweaty as the others, but he had his shirt off as well as a soft smile on his face.
Before Forest got there, he stopped, ripped his shirt off, then kept running.
Germaine and I laughed at that, as did almost all of the guys.
But wait… nope.
I was wrong.
There were several females in there as well.
Shirtless as well, still just as fit, but wearing bras and short shorts.
“Awww,” one of them said. “How cute is that?”
“Who is this little man?” the other female asked.
“Elise, Fatima,” Atlas stood up with Forest in his arms. “I’d like you to meet my son, Forest. Forest, this is Fatima,” he pointed at the stunning Black woman. “And this is Elise,” he pointed to the bombshell Latina.
They oohed and awed over him, all of the men coming over to do fist bumps before going back to working out.
It took Atlas ten minutes to head back toward us.
In those ten minutes, Germaine gave a quick overview of the SWAT team to me, introducing people, explaining what they were doing, and giving an overall understanding that I didn’t have before.
Atlas stopped in front of us, then placed Forest on the ground before saying, “Hey, buddy. Go get your shirt. You want to swim, don’t you?”
“Pool. Yes!” he decreed, heading back for his shirt.
