Chapter 1

As the Quality Control Supervisor for an import company, before the upcoming long weekend, I had to finalize the inventory of our last shipment of king crab.

The moment I stepped into the minus-eighteen-degree freezer, the heavy door slammed shut behind me. The alarm system went dead.

Realizing the temperature was dropping, I immediately grabbed the emergency warm packs from my kit.

But as I peeled one open and pressed it to my skin, a bone-chilling cold immediately told me something was wrong.

I screamed, frozen, and through the walkie-talkie, I heard my fiancé, Mark, burst into maniacal laughter:

"We're live-streaming a challenge: locking the company's 'Ice Queen' in the freezer to see how long she lasts!"

His colleague, Chloe, who was on duty with him, chimed in with her syrupy sweet voice:

"Anya, give a little smile for the folks in the stream! The top gifter wants to see it!"

In an instant, I understood. They were live-streaming a prank on me.

Not only had they locked me in the freezer, but they'd also swapped my life-saving warm packs for cooling patches meant to bring down a fever!

I gritted my teeth, trying to stay calm as I pleaded with them for help.

"Spare... the spare warm packs... give them to me!"

Mark's voice came through the walkie-talkie, utterly dismissive:

"Oh, come on, Chloe gets awful period cramps, so she's using all the spare warmers for her belly!"

"You're so tough, just jump around a bit and you'll warm up! You might even get some donations from the big spenders!"

I stopped arguing.

With my numb fingers, I pulled out the flare gun, aiming it at the most expensive, mysterious cargo in the freezer.

A vial of frozen sperm, worth two hundred million dollars.