FREYA

"Reportee Black..." I said, smiling as a woman dressed in a suit walked in.

"Ms. Freya, it is not just an honor to meet you but also a pleasure," she smiled, but I saw pain in her face—fear.

I liked it. It meant she knew her place. "Pleasure is all mine. Have a seat," I said sweetly as I gestured to my sofa.

"When your manager reached out to me, I couldn't believe this was real and actually happening."

"It is Miss Blake," I said, crossing one of my legs over the other and ...