Eva took one last look at the gift bag on her desk. The black sheet of paper peeking at the top of the gift bag complemented its black and white checked pattern beautifully. She smiled to herself; if this didn’t get the desired message across then nothing would. This would work; it had to. It was a considerable risk but taking big swings was kind of her thing, right? She hadn’t gotten where she was in life by just letting things happen to her. She looked at the package again; it seemed perfect. She had picked it out herself, and her taste had always been exquisite. Satisfied with her decision, she buzzed for Michael on the intercom. Reaching for a notepad, she scribbled on it as Michael made his way into her office.
“Mike, please make sure this bag is delivered to this address.”
Taking t
