Freya’s gaze locked onto Orion as he strode into the hall, his presence commanding the room like a storm rolling over the horizon. It had been a week since she last saw him—a week of stolen glances at his photos, of restless nights aching for the warmth of his voice. But now, standing before him, the weight of the scandal pressed down on her chest, suffocating the joy of their reunion.
His face—sharp, aristocratic, unfairly handsome—was the only light in her dimming world. She longed to rush into his arms, to bury herself against his chest and let his strength shield her from the accusations tearing through the company. But the murmurs around her were a cruel reminder, this was not a homecoming. This was her litigation.
"We have a serious situation, CEO Black."
The senior executiv
