Mia walked out of Daniel’s office with a dramatic sigh, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. She didn’t say a word at first—just sent Freya a cutting look, her lips curling into a scoff before she disappeared down the hallway.
Freya sat still, clutching the edge of her desk, her back straight but her fingers digging into the wood. Her heart beat fast, not because of Mia’s disdain, but because of what she had seen in Daniel’s eyes moments earlier—conflict. Maybe even guilt.
She didn’t have time to analyze it. Daniel stepped out a second later, his usual unreadable expression plastered on his face, posture rigid with authority.
“Did you arrange the meeting with the event planner?” he asked, his tone clipped.
Freya stood slowly. “Yes. She’s busy until this evening, so she c
