Freya’s POV
It was my second day at work, and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to give anyone a reason to doubt me. Till now, I found it hard to believe I worked here.
I kept my head down, my fingers were moving fast as I inputted the file that my supervisor had given me earlier. Each and every task that had been given to it, I made sure to do it in time.
The silence of the office was comforting — until a shadow fell across my desk.
I looked up to see a man in a black t-shirt and matching trousers. In his hand was a massive bouquet of red roses and a couple of neatly wrapped gift bags.
I blinked. “Uh… can I help you?” I asked, my eyes moving from the gifts to his face.
“These are for you,” he said, putting them on my desk. "From someone special."
I shook my head an
