Mira was checking her phone as she settled at her desk. An arrangement of dark red peonies had arrived just before nine, with a brief card: For Mira, from Gregory. Her assistant, Anika, who had brought them in, looked over.
"Oh my god, look at these!" Anika breathed, knocking against Mira's chair. "They're beautiful."
Mira stretched out a hand to touch the petals through the cellophane. "They're from Thane?," she murmured, voice low.
Anika’s eyes widened. “He’s not messing around. Those cost a fortune.”
Mira pressed her lips together, heart fluttering and tightening at once. “He insisted.” She lifted the card, reading it again. I’m here for you…always. She tucked it into her portfolio.
Anika leaned closer. “You like that, don’t you?”
Mira laughed softly. “I do.” Then she swallowed. “
