FREYA’S POV
“Miss… Freya.”
“Miss Freya!”
The paparazzi kept following me, taking pictures, the camera lights blinding but I welcomed it. I was made to be the center of attraction.
I waved briefly at the crowd before getting into the car, and within seconds, we were moving.
I leaned back and let out a heavy breath.
“Miss Freya, where am I taking you?” the driver asked, his eyes concentrated on the road.
“Ford Consolidated.”
Once we arrived, I made my way to the elevator. I couldn’t afford all the lower-class people who worked here wanting to talk to me.
The elevator doors opened at the top floor, and I walked directly to my brother’s office.
As I got close, I heard weird sounds coming from inside—moans. Ew.
I cringed. Typical of Nick, I thought. He was always mixing business and
