When the office buzz finally dulled and the storm of sabotage settled into quiet whispers, Rita found herself alone at her desk, the glow of her computer casting soft shadows across her weary face. Her fingers absentmindedly grazed the edge of a delicate bouquet placed on the corner—white lilies and blush roses, fresh and fragrant.
She hadn't thought much of them at first. With everything going on—the chaos, the shame attempt, the endless meetings—they had simply been a gentle backdrop to her madness. But now, in the calm after the storm, her gaze drifted to the small card tucked between the stems.
She pulled it out slowly, her eyes narrowing on the neat, careful handwriting.
"Just a reminder: you are stronger than you think. – "
Her breath caught.
Anthony.
A soft, nost
