Freya's POV
If I had not witnessed his commanding presence moments before, I would never have believed this man possessed the authority of a battlefield general just seconds earlier.
"Mr. Ben, you are far too generous. I am the one disrupting your schedule." The words tumbled out in my most professional tone, the vast chasm between our worlds suddenly crystal clear once again.
Secretary Matthew entered alongside me, approached the mahogany desk with practiced efficiency, and collected the scattered papers into neat stacks before departing without a word.
I kept my expression neutral, feigning ignorance of whatever business had just concluded.
"Miss Colby, have you completed the designs for my wardrobe?" Mack Ben broke the silence, his question pulling me from my scattered thoughts.
My breath caught, the rehearsed words dissolving on my tongue.
Mack Ben observed my discomfort with remarkable patience. "Has my mother been difficult with you?"
