I was beginning to think Rafael Costa had no concept of silence. For the past week, his name had filled my mornings, afternoons, and nights, always delivered with a bow of an envelope, a glimmering box wrapped in silk, or a neatly typed note signed with his insufferable flourish.
I was sick of seeing his initials on almost everything new that arrived in my suite or office; fowers, rare wines, imported chocolates, and even gifts I didn't bother to open. I had better things to think about than a supposed suitor trying to woo me.
The man was so persistent that it was beginning to get annoying. He was like a fly constantly buzzing around my head, I needed him out of my hair. He probably knew that his gifts did nothing to sway me but he carried on nonetheless just so I wouldn't dare forget him for a moment.
He had mentioned something about 'out of mind, out of sight.' during the dinner last time, he didn't want to risk being out of sight and it was almost agitating now.
