JARED
I picked some flowers from my way to work to present to Amira for avoiding her yesterday. She is a smart young lady, so I am sure she knew I stopped her from coming to work yesterday because I was trying to avoid her.
Pulling, I got out of the car and walked into the building, heading to the elevator that took me to my floor.
As the door opened, Amira rose to her feet to greet me, her eyes widening a bit as she saw the gigantic bouquet in my hand.
Trying to hide her surprise, she grabbed her notepad, ready to brief me. “Good morning sir,”
I frowned at the formality. “Are we back to Sir?”
She bit her lips, probably assuming that I would want things formal after what happened in my kitchen. “I didn’t think you would want to be called by your first name.”
“Coming from you, it w
