Freya exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples as the weight of the day pressed down on her. "This is so awkward," she muttered under her breath for what felt like the hundredth time.
Since morning, she had tried to maintain her composure, but the two stone-faced men shadowing her every move were fraying her nerves. They followed her relentlessly—lingering outside meeting rooms, standing sentry at the restroom door, ensuring no one entered until she emerged. It was suffocating.
"This is pure craziness," she groaned, slumping into her chair as her team exchanged sympathetic glances.
Laine offered a reassuring smile. "Just think of it this way—their presence means they are safe from Duncan Black." The others nodded in agreement, though their expressions held a mix of amusement and concern.
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