FreyaMy body suddenly ached all over, my back, my shoulders, and especially my neck from sleeping slumped over the desk all night. I winced, rolling my stiff shoulders as the events of the past twenty-four hours crashed back into me.Just then, a soft knock sounded on my office door.“Come in,” I called, my voice still hoarse from exhaustion.Devon entered, bowing slightly with politeness. “Good morning, ma’am.”I was caught off guard by how respectful he sounded. “G-Good morning,” I replied, blinking at him still surprised. Is it just because I'm Ryder’s assistant?He straightened up. “Mr. Hawthorne asked me to drop you off at home. Are you ready?”“Oh, there’s no need,” I said quickly, waving my hand. “I’ll just go by myself.”Devon shook his head gently but firmly. “No, please. You should follow me… or else Mr. Hawthorne would surely punish me.”My mouth fell open. “What?” My eyes moved over him properly this time.Devon looked a bit older than Ryder, probably in his late forties
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