FREYA
" Where were you last night?" I asked, leveling a look on my driver through the side view mirror. His eyes meets mine, and skides away once again. I watch him.
I frown. " Did you get drunk?" he looked like someone that was nursing a headache from drinking, just as I was.
" I'm sorry, Freya, I was...."
"Did you take drugs for the headache?" I ask interrupting him. He shakes his head, wincing. " Stop at a drug store on your way to the office and buy one," I instructed, turning my attention to my tablet.
On getting to the office, I alight from the car and told him he could have the rest of the day off.
" Are you sure, Freya? I can..."
I glare at him. " I said take the rest of the day off, I don't need you looking all groggy around me," I said firmly. " I won't be leaving the o
