I don't have a gift for Ardent. I can't think of anything to give him because he already has everything, but on my way to work, I'm still trying to brainstorm something I could do or buy for him.
I had a hard time catching a taxi, so I just took the bus and walked from the highway to the Clementine building. I was deep in thought, so the excited squeals of my colleagues caught me totally off guard. I looked at the front of the building and was stunned by two large, life-sized displays standing there.
"Happy First Month Anniversary, Beryl and Ardent!"
For real? He’s already given me so many gifts, and now he does this too? But where is he?
"Good morning, Ms. Beryl! Happy monthsary to you and Sir Ardent!" greeted the employees heading into work. I shyly smiled and thanked them. I was gen
