FREYA'S POV
"Reportee Black..." I said, smiling as a woman dressed in a suit walked in.
"Ms. Freya, it is not just an honor to meet you but also a pleasure," she smiled, but I saw pain in her face—fear.
I liked it. It meant she knew her place. "Pleasure is all mine. Have a seat," I said sweetly as I gestured to my sofa.
"When your manager reached out to me, I couldn't believe this was real and actually happening."
"It is Miss Blake," I said, crossing one of my legs over the other and pushing one side of my hair behind my ear.
"If you don't mind me saying, you look so beautiful up close."
God, could she stop with the fangirling already? I was already getting pissed off.
"Thank you..." I forced a wild smile, though it felt more like swallowing knives.
She shifted uncomfortably, that
