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Freya was too drained to lift a finger. She regretted what she had said the night before.
Waking up feeling like she’d been through a storm—how could something so simple exhaust her more than
military drills? It defied logic.
“Looks like I'll need to take you to the base for shigh-intensity training,” Ellis said, noticing her nodding off
while eating.
Freya perked up. “When?”
Ellis raised an eyebrow.
Freya asked, “Why the silence?”
“You actually want to go?”
“Yes,” Freya answered without hesitation.
If she’d been unsure before, now she was absolutely certain.
She'd rather wear herself out at the training base than go through another morning like this.
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“Alright. I'll take you in a couple of days,” Ellis said, seeing right through her with a single glance. “Three days a
week at the base, three days of training at home, and one day off.”
Freya froze.
Was that what she thought it meant?
Freya shook her head with a firm smile. “No thanks,” she said, her voice steady. “Work at Anita International has
been a whirlwind lately. Stepping away just isn’t an option for me.”
Ellis raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. “That's odd. Melvin mentioned things have been pretty calm
over there,” he said.
Freya didn’t miss a beat, her expression as cool as a cucumber. “You're not with Anita anymore, Ellis. Why would
he spill the real tea to you? I'm running the show—I know exactly how busy things are.”
Ellis could tell she was stretching the truth, but he let it slide. No need to call her out every time—she was his
fiancée, after all, and he wasn’t one to ruffle feathers unnecessarily.
A little while after their meal, a man in a sharp suit and glasses walked in. Freya's curiosity sparked—who could
this be?
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Locke, the newcomer, approached their table, pulling a folder from his sleek briefcase and handing it to Ellis.
“Everything you asked for is ready,” he said smoothly.
His eyes, though, kept sneaking
glances at Freya, as if drawn By@n
mag net, Op thought fibkered in his
mind: even the cool-headed Ellis
Lambert couldn't resist her charm.
Ellis caught the glance and made
introductions. “Locke Cullen, Enief
Secretary of Lambert Erbus” he said,
ther turned to Locke. “This is Freya
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“Locke,” Ellis cut in, his tone sharp.
“Yes, sir?” Locke replied, snapping to attention.
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