Freya's p.o.v

Clara flinched as she turned, her phone dropping from her hand. "Ma... Ma'am. You...You are here," she stuttered in shock.

"Yes, I'm here, Clara. Now, who the hell was that? Who the hell is Jane? And what the fuck are my designs doing in your hands?" I gnashed at her, trying my best not to explode completely yet.

She fidgeted, trembling and darting her eyes around instead, avoiding eye contact.

"Answer me now, Clara or I swear on my grandma's grave you'd be sleeping in prison not only for tonight but also for the rest of your life."

"I'm so... I'm so sorry Ma'am. I didn't mean to....