Riley’s POV
The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped onto the PR floor, only to stop in my tracks at the sight before me. Bouquets were everywhere."
A wall of flowers blocked my path, arms hidden behind the blooms, faces completely covered. For a split second, I thought I had stepped into someone’s private celebration, maybe a proposal or birthday surprise gone wrong. I glanced back behind me, half expecting someone else to appear, but the hallway was empty.
Then, as though on cue, the flowers shifted. One by one, people tilted their bouquets aside, peeking at me from the edges.
Confusion and unease twisted in my chest as I took in the sea of flowers.
The largest bouquet began to move forward, its weight forcing the holder to stumble slightly. When he finally lowered it, revealing
