Chapter FiveAnother day, another bouquet on my desk.
As I walk towards my spot, I note that the all too familiar gaggle of colleagues has already formed. I’m sure they’ll know the circumstances of how the flowers ended up here already. In fact I’m sure people on other floors whom I’ve never met before know all about my stupid f*****g flowers.
Becky is spinning back and forth on her chair, while talking to Cath and Elaine with a thoughtful, all-knowing look on her face. As I get nearer, she finally spots me and shoos them away before I can overhear.
“Morning,” she chirps.
“Meh.” I let my handbag drop to the floor beside my desk and eye the flowers.
A different florist than the others, and their colours are more coordinated. The last ones looked like Gareth tried his best and did someth
