"I'm not going to waste your time. Mr Atlas gave me the permission to come for the exhibition so I can have some conversations with you before we officially meet to sign our contract," Seth said, as Freya led him into a room away from all of the noise, and people.
The room was dimly lit, so he could see more shadows than outlines.
But he already had her image in his head, so it was easy to see her speaking even when he couldn't really see her.
"There's a contract?"
"You didn't know about it? Mr Atlas said—"
"Okay first of all, Seth, you're dealing with me now. The whole Mr Atlas thing grinds my gears. Please just call him Atlas. Also, I don't understand why all of these conversations have been going on behind my back."
Seth gathered his thoughts. Unlike every other super rich girl he had encountered, he didn't find her frustrations annoying.
If anything, they were cute. Perhaps, it was because of how soft spoken she sounded even when she was ticked off.
