Freya

My 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...