"Mr. Austin."
She nodded.
The man rose from his leather chair and walked over to the sofa, gesturing, "Have a seat."
Freya walked over and sat across from him.
She carefully observed him. His condition seemed fine. As long as she didn't provoke him, he wouldn't easily become ill.
"I'm not sure why you asked me to come today, Mr. Austin."
"It's nothing major. I just wanted to ask Poppy about my proposal last time. What do you think?"
Just as she expected.
He was trying to poach her again.
"Sorry, I didn't consider it because I have no intention of working with you," Freya bluntly refused.
"Are my terms not enticing enough for you?" He raised an eyebrow.
"It's not about the terms, it's a personal matter," Freya replied, crossing her legs elegantly.
"Oh? Care to elaborate?"
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