"Sugar daddy?"
Freya froze, her mind scrambling for a response—anything coherent, anything that wouldn’t make the situation worse. Her lips parted, then pressed shut again, her usual quick wit failing her under the weight of Orion Black’s piercing gaze.
Seconds stretched into an eternity. The air in the room grew thick with tension, every executive holding their breath. CEO Orion Black was a man known for his razor-sharp impatience, his tolerance measured in milliseconds rather than minutes. Yet now, to the astonishment of everyone present, he waited. His silence was more unnerving than any outburst.
Freya swallowed hard, then forced a sheepish grin. "Yes, CEO Black… a gorgeous sugar daddy with six-pack abs." The words tumbled out in a soft mumble, half-joke, half-desperate deflection.
