Freya’s pov
“You seem really busy. What are you doing?” Andrew asked me as he joined me on the bed.
“Looking at the files that my father got for me and some of the surveillance footage,” I answered, and he looked at me, confused.
“Is that why your Dad was gone all day?” he asked me, and I nodded.
“It’s a bit risky for me to have anything of a sort on my phone. The Organization might be keeping an eye on me,” I pointed out, and he nodded.
I am sure he realizes by now that they don’t mind spying on me.
They might not have sent Carol, and she came here all on her own, but it’s not like they don’t know.
They consider themselves all-knowing, so I am sure they must have known.
“What exactly are you looking for?” he asked me, and I showed him the photo.
“This woman, about a few ye
