"Come again, Miss Winters?"
The words cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and deliberate. Freya’s breath hitched—she hadn’t expected him to actually give her attention. For a heartbeat, the room seemed to tilt, the weight of every gaze pressing down on her. The air thickened, charged with something between shock and anticipation.
Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she refused to falter. Instead, she lifted her chin, meeting the CEO’s piercing stare head-on. Those dark, unreadable eyes held hers, a silent challenge simmering beneath his composed exterior.
A slow smirk curled at the corner of her lips.
"Well," she began, her voice smooth as silk, "I was just concerned that our dear colleague here might not stop at revealing her cleavage." She flicked a glance toward the woman
