KRISTIN
A package from Dija was in the office before I got there.
It was a basket, completely covered with a flower-designed wrapping foil.
I made myself comfortable, smiling as I set eyes on the package placed by Edith in the centre of the table.
The table brought back memories.
Just as the package laid on the table, so had Dija yesterday.
The thought brought a smile to my face. I am pretty sure the noticeable change in her gait before she left my office yesterday followed her home.
Still smiling, I opened the wrapped gift.
Neatly arranged within the basket were four items: a bottle of champagne, a body spray from the first samples from her company, a wristwatch, and three scented soaps packed in a box.
A small note placed on the items read:
'A LITTLE APPRECIATION FROM MY
