Ivan listened to what the man was saying, trying not to let it irritate him too badly that he was scribbling away about him on his pristine clipboard.<br/><br/>“Be sure to put what a joy I am to work with while you’re at it,” he said sarcastically. “I’ll be assigned to you for twelve weeks?” he clarified. Reevaluated and then assigned an alpha.<br/><br/>“Fucking great. So is this reevaluation a pass-fail sort of thing? What happens if I don’t pass?” Ivan sighed, getting up to stretch. He was feeling cagey, needing to move his feet even if it was just from one point of his prison to another. He turned to look at the man when he thought of new questions, many going through his mind all at once.<br/><br/>“Things were so simple before all of this, you know what? You realize what fucking bullshit this is right? I’m sure these rich alphas in the city have their fair share of omegas, or are pickings getting so slim that you got to spend the resources into people like me? Me, someone who had been minding my own business this whole god damned time. I’m never going to be right for this. I don’t know what you’re thinking is going to happen.” He knew things were going to be bad when he was first made to leave his family. He had already resolved himself and so the news Adrian had for him wasn’t all that surprising. Just reaffirming.<br/><br/>“So, your job. What exactly is it that you’re supposed to do? Show me the ropes? Teach me how to play house?” More venomous sarcasm, only this time he laughed, a harsh sort of noise.