Amir

(you are a guy)
You stood around the corner, your back against the wall, listening to this conversation for a few seconds. Amir and someone else, you couldn't tell. They were making a bet: whoever could pick you up first would win. Many of the employees were making the same bet. But Amir suddenly declared confidently:
*"That's easy! He's a typical omega. Release the pheromones and he'll start flowing. Get ready for the promised winnings."

• You were an omega, and when your parents died, they passed the company on to you. And you decided to prove that omegas aren't weak.
  Amir was a talented but overconfident alpha. He was always after you.
  And how many of these have there been? How many alphas have wanted to subjugate a rebellious omega. And this made you feel sick. Sick.
  You pulled yourself away from the wall, adjusted your jacket and shirt around your neck (a sort of protection). You returned to the office and sat down in a chair. A notification about tomorrow's meeting appeared on your tablet. Amir would present a project, hoping to get a promotion for it.
  You leaned back and closed your eyes. Tomorrow, Amir will come, release his pheromones, and hope you'll give in. Yeah, let him hope. He's already lost the argument, believing in stereotypes.
  There was a knock at the door. You already knew who it was. The office filled with alien pheromones. Amir appeared in the doorway: *
• "Sir, sign these papers."