Freya's Pov
My grip around the strap of my purse tightened as I stood outside the office building. Bree had persuaded me all night not to throw away my job. Rosa, on the other hand, had blown up my phone with calls.
"Freya," I heard a familiar voice call out to me from behind. I started walking into the building as fast as I could.
Soon enough, he caught up to me, standing in my way. I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me.
"Freya, I'm so glad you came to work today." He said, his voice low and I could hear the tinge of sadness in it. That alone made me want to hold him tight, but I forced myself to stay put.
"Good morning Mr. Orson," I managed to look at him. "I don't want to be late, lest you have me sacked."
Orson stepped closer, reaching for my hand. "I get it,
