Freya slept until eleven the next morning. Saturday meant no work, but her mind was still heavy with the argument she'd had with Niklaus the night before. His threats about Jasper had left her seething.
She called Fiona, suggesting they meet for lunch. They decided on a French restaurant owned by one of Fiona's clients, a show of support for their business relationship.
Standing outside the impressively grand restaurant, Fiona eyed the two doormen in formal attire while clutching her purse tightly. "This is going to cost a fortune. Their prices are astronomical. If we weren't supporting them, I'd have walked at least fifty yards in the opposite direction."
Freya chuckled. "If fine art wasn't expensive, how could they afford all this?"
"True enough," Fiona replied, linking her
