Freya’s POV

Board chairwoman. 

Clarence’s words echoed in my head like a slow drumbeat.

It sounded like something pulled from a different world. One filled with designer suits, high-rise meetings, and people who made decisions that moved entire markets.

I rubbed my palms together slowly. “Clarence, I really don’t know if I’m ready for this.”

He didn’t hesitate. “You don’t have to worry. ...