Freya's POV
Mack's thoughtfulness struck me as we descended the mountain. Uncle Casey, his driver, navigated the winding roads with practiced ease while I sat in the backseat of the modest Audi A8, still processing everything that had happened.
"Mr. Ben insisted I drive you personally," Uncle Casey explained, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. "He was very specific about ensuring your safe arrival."
Belinda looked up from organizing her notes. "That was incredibly considerate of him."
I nodded silently, staring out the window at the passing scenery. Mack could have easily called any driver or simply offered us a ride to the main road. Instead, he'd personally arranged for his own driver to escort us all the way back to the city.
For someone with his level of power and influence, such attention to a small detail was unexpected. Most wealthy clients I'd worked with barely acknowledged my existence beyond the business transaction.
Mack was different.
