Niklaus moved to stand directly in front of Freya, looking down at her. Freya tried to ignore him, but his intense gaze was impossible to dismiss, forcing her to meet his eyes.
Niklaus didn't say a word, but his expression clearly conveyed one thing--beg for my help.
Freya bit her lip hard. Not in this lifetime!
"Hmm," his deep voice couldn't hide his displeasure, "I don't recognize her. Director Damian's eyesight must be failing him."
Hearing this, Damian's heart sank. He forced a smile and quickly offered a few flattering words to smooth things over.
Freya tried to reclaim her phone from the manager. If she couldn't call the police, she'd have to seek help from someone else...
She opened her contacts and scrolled directly to those beginning with "G."
Niklaus's eyes
