FREYA'S POV.
"Aren't you going to work?"
I asked as the door to my office opend and Debra walked into the room.
"No. Not today. Today, I wanted to talk so, let's begin the talk shall we?"
Debra said as she pulled out a chair and settled into it.
A few minutes passed and I didn't say a single word. Instead I feigning interest in the documents on my table that I got from my dad's things.
"You know, we don't actually have to talk about this anymore if you're not comfortable with it Freya, you don't have to ignore me because of that."
Debra said as she leaned forward with her arms folded on the desk across from me.
I could act confused and pretend I have no idea what she's talking about, but then she knows I do.
Debra was referring to our discussions last night at the kitchen, when sh
