As I worked on my laptop, my eyes kept darting to the bouquet of roses sitting pretty on my desk.
Pulling out my phone, I sent a text to Holly, the office keeper, to get a vase for me on her way up. These would stay here. I already had enough at home.
The gifts always came with a note, and that was honestly my favourite thing about them.
The notes.
The beautiful words, written in Calligraphy. The letter P that was always hidden in some part of the paper, which I always had to find.
It was something I enjoyed doing anyway.
Despite my denials to Kaelia earlier, I knew exactly who was sending those gifts.
Peter Sterling.
The man across from her office who looked at me as if I was his undoing, like I was the only thing in the world.
My boss.
My father's best friend.
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