Freya's POV

Finally he let me go. My heart jumped in excitement when he finally accepted for me to keep a job in his company, even if it means me being his personal assistant. I have no problem with it, I'm sure I'll be able to manage. I stood up to leave and my knees suddenly buckled, then my heel caught on cable snaking across the floor.

I pitched forward as the room tilted.

My arms flailed uselessly.

I was going down, face-first into the tiles, fear crept into my chest as I thought I was going to fall, but to my surprise, I didn’t fall.

Before I could hit...