FREYA’S POV
Paul's relentless pursuit of my affection had evolved into an unwelcome routine, a perpetual scheme that played out day after day. No matter how many times I firmly asserted my need for personal space and boundaries, it seemed as though his determination only grew stronger. His actions had escalated from subtle gestures to unabashed displays of attention, leaving me feeling trapped in a perpetual state of unease.
Each morning as I entered the office, I could feel his eyes on me, his gaze lingering just a fraction too long. The air crackled with tension, as if his presence alone sought to claim my attention, my affections. I yearned for a professional environment, a place where I could focus solely on my work without the constant distraction of his advances.
But Paul seemed i
