FREYA
I look at him not quite believing that he is here at this hour. His eyes travel up and down my body with a concerned look on his face.
“I'm fine,” I say as lightly as I can, “It's just…”
“Where did you get this dress?” he asks all of a sudden.
“Oh, that? It's my uniform,” I shrug my shoulders, “I've got a job now.”
“A job?” he arched his eyebrow, “By any chance are you working for my brother?”
“Yeah,” I sigh, “I didn't know what I was getting into when I signed the contract. And now I'm tired by it for a year.”
I tell him the truth because I don't see any point in lying. He will find out sooner or later. Besides, it's just a job! I have nothing to be embarrassed about.
“That makes sense now,” Desmond nods still looking uneasy, “Is he behaving? He didn't do anythin
