The air in the team’s office was thick with unspoken questions, the silence stretching uncomfortably since Freya had walked in. The weight of last night’s events—and the revelations that followed—hung heavily between them.
Finally, Freya exhaled softly, breaking the quiet. "It’s… complicated. Whatever Orion and I have is private. It doesn’t change my work here, or how I see any of you." Her voice was steady, but the faintest edge of defensiveness lingered beneath her words.
Laine, ever the mediator, leaned forward with a playful smirk, though her eyes were sharp with curiosity. "Uhm, we get it, Freya. It’s just—wow. The CEO’s woman has been sitting with us all this time, and none of us had a clue."
Freya’s lips curved into a small, wry smile. "No matter who I am outside these wall
