7| Freya

Someone shakes my shoulders so pressingly that I wake up scared. "What?"

"You can't sleep here, Freya." Mom beseeches, "God. I don't know what to do with your carelessness." She settles my hair with her fingers.

I take my time to recover from the thick haze of sleep.

"The decision has been taken and here you're sleeping. You need to learn from your husband how he understands his responsibilities towards his family business."

"What's the decision? Did Rafe pass?" I eagerly ask.

"Yes. It's hard to beat him."

I widen my eyes, "Wow."

"Now get up." Mom mutters in a warning tone, "Everyone is outside and asking about you."

"Okay." I can't believe I actually slept here, in Eastmonds' office.

Mom hurriedly goes out of the conference room. I compose myself and wipe out the grogginess from my face. I don't remember when sleep took over me. I was only planning to take some rest. I don't even remember for how long I've been sleeping here.

I rise on my feet. My muscles have jammed and the ba