FREYA’S POV
I sat in my office, engrossed in my work, when Frank walked in accompanied by a young man I hadn't met before.
"Hey there," Frank greeted me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Got someone I want you to meet. This here's Paul, my cousin. He's a real whiz when it comes to hunting."
Paul stood beside Frank, a confident smile gracing his face. "Pleasure to meet you," he said, extending his hand in greeting.
I stood up, returning his firm handshake. "Likewise, Paul. Frank here has been singing your praises. I'm genuinely impressed by your hunting skills."
A modest blush crept up Paul's cheeks. "Thank you. I've put in a lot of hard work and dedication over the years. It means a lot to be recognized."
Frank chimed in, his voice brimming with pride. "I've seen Paul in action, an
