ROWAN CARTER
I finished my meeting as fast as I could. I often forget how dramatic women can be. It is just a cake tasting but yet she treated the matter as if it was a life and death situation.
I arrived in the penthouse after approximately thirty minutes and was greeted with Freya who was sitting on the sofa. She was wearing a navy blue silk shirt and grey pants. Her hair was tied in a messy bun but she looked as gorgeous as always. Though I may not have any sort of feelings for this woman but I know to appreciate beauty when I see one.
“You are late darling.” She said as she walked towards me, her heels clicking with the marble floor. She placed her hand on my arm and she pulled me towards the sofa.
“Got stuck in the traffic.” I said as I kissed her cheek. We were with an audienc
