Abigail
Marcus shrugged. "I don't know. But here." He reached behind him and brought his hand forward, revealing a single red rose. "For you."
I stared at it. "What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Put it in your hair?" he suggested. "Wear it behind your ear? I don't know, boss. I'm not a florist. You can eat it too,"
I laughed, rolling my eyes but accepting the rose. "You're being silly, but thank you."
"Anytime. We should probably head for that meeting, yeah?"
We walked toward the elevator together, but before we could reach it, one of the junior executives — Keith, I think — stepped forward holding a small envelope.
"Ms. Kellerman," he said, bowing slightly.
"Congratulations on your promotion. I didn't get a chance to tell you earlier."
Earlier meaning a week ago?
He handed me the envelope. Inside was a gift card to my favorite restaurant.
"Thank you," I mumbled, bewildered. "Thank you very much."
