“Can’t,” he mumbled. “Sent them away. Thought I’d be staying longer.”I sighed in exasperation. “Then call them back.”“Please, Freya,” he said, pushing his lower lip out in a slight pout. “I don’t feel well.”I studied him for a moment, noting the fact that he really did look fine, just drunk. But
FreyaAnderson’s question caught me off guard. I blinked at him, confused by the sudden shift in topic after we’d just spent an hour discussing business.“No,” I said carefully. “Why?”Anderson leaned back in his chair, studying me with newfound interest. “He’s the one who caught you when you collap
I took a moment to gather myself, smoothing down my wrinkled dress and running a hand through my tangled hair. I probably looked like hell, but there wasn’t much I could do about that now. I needed to focus on the reason I had come here in the first place: to secure a partnership with Anderson.As i
FreyaI woke up slowly, surprised to find that my head was clear. I was no longer drunk, my body wasn’t in pain, and most importantly, I wasn’t on the ballroom floor.For a moment, I just laid there, trying to piece together what had happened. I was in a comfortable bed, surrounded by silence, in a
“Then you don’t know Freya very well,” Ezren said.The two men fell into a tense silence. Despite the rumors, Ezren and Anderson, the latter now in his fifties, had become friends over time. Initially, Anderson had criticized Ezren publicly, which led to the rumor that the two had a poor relationshi
EzrenEzren hadn’t planned on attending Anderson’s little charity event. In fact, he’d been at a campaign meeting across town when he received a text from one of his contacts that Freya was making a scene at Anderson’s estate.His first instinct had been to ignore it—he’d promised her he wouldn’t in