"Pack!"
The sharp c***k of a palm striking flesh echoed through the hallway as Freya’s head snapped to the side, her cheek burning from the force of Rebecca’s slap.
"How dare you do this to us!" Rebecca’s voice was a thunderclap, her fury drawing the attention of nearby employees who froze mid-step, their eyes darting between the two women.
Freya remained silent, her fingers brushing lightly over her throbbing skin, her expression unreadable—but her eyes, dark and steady, never left Rebecca’s face.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Rebecca snarled, stepping closer, her manicured finger jabbing the air like a weapon. "You ungrateful little b***h! My mother stood by Senior Arnolf when this company was on the brink. We were the ones who kept it alive while your mother was off tarnishin
