laughed. “I am moving up the corporate ladder though.”
“Oh really? Do tell,” I said conspiratorially.
“Kathleen is letting me work on an ice cream shop with Scott. It’s not anything spectacular like the club you were handed, but at least I get to do more than watch. Hopefully, Scott’s not a prick and lets me do some of the design work.”
“That’s great! Kathleen doesn’t normally allow interns to do more than be a gopher. You should be really proud.”
We spent the rest of lunch, and the walk back to our desks, kicking around ideas to liven up ice cream slogans. I really hope Scott lets her have an active role in this campaign. She has some incredible ideas.
We came around the corner to our work area, giggling like a couple of schoolgirls, when all of the air rushed out of my lungs, and I stopped short. Sitting on my desk was the largest bouquet of flowers I have ever personally seen.
“It looks like you aren’t the only one missing someone,” Sara said cheekily.
Stunned, I toddled over and gently touched the petals of a peach colored flower. The sweet smell, from what had to be four dozen pastel roses, engulfed the room.
“I can’t find the card,” I pouted.
“It was probably dropped by whoever had the misfortune of wrestling them through this maze. You know they are from Ethan. I mean, who else do you know that could afford to send you those? I am officially jealous.”
I grabbed my phone and dialed Ethan’s number. Before he had a chance to say more than hello, I started.
“Oh my god Ethan, the roses are beautiful. I love them. Thank you so much.” The smile on my face was so huge that it actually made my cheeks hurt. I looked at Sara to see her smile a mirror image of my own.
“No, there wasn’t a card. It must have fallen off somewhere along the way.”
My smile wilted. “Oh… No, no… It’s fine. It was probably just a case of mistaken identity…. Ok, I’ll just talk to you when you get home tomorrow. Have a safe trip.”
I disconnected the call and looked mournfully at Sara.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ethan didn’t send me flowers. I have no idea where those came from.”
Sara stomped over to the bouquet and began pawing through the buds. When she came up empty, she looked as confused as I felt.
I picked up the huge vase and said, “these probably belong to someone else. I’m going to take them to reception so the rightful owner can claim them.”
For the rest of the afternoon I buried myself in my work, trying to forget that uneasy feeling I’ve had since just after lunch. Walking out past reception and those damn flowers did not help lessen my anxiety.
I stopped off at the store to pick up a few groceries, and my paranoia kicked into high gear. I didn’t see anyone or anything unusual, but the hair on my arms prickled causing me to rush through my normal routine. I was extra vigilant walking through the parking lot, taking care to check my backseat before getting in. I pulled into the lot and lucked out finding a parking spot next to the complex entrance. I lugged my attaché case and three plastic bags full of items up to my third floor apartment, and now that I am safely tucked behind locked doors, I feel like an idiot. That doesn’t stop me from closing all of the curtains and pushing a chair up against the door though. What can I say; a girl can never be too careful.
I throw a frozen dinner in the oven and flip through the channels. Can I just tell you, television sucks. There is never anything on worth watching. I finally settle in with my dinner and an old action movie I found. I am totally engrossed in the explosions and chase scenes that when my phone rang, I fell off the couch. By the time I pick myself up and reach it, the phone has stopped ringing. A quick check of the caller ID gives me zero information since the call came from a blocked number. Hmmm,
“Oh really? Do tell,” I said conspiratorially.
“Kathleen is letting me work on an ice cream shop with Scott. It’s not anything spectacular like the club you were handed, but at least I get to do more than watch. Hopefully, Scott’s not a prick and lets me do some of the design work.”
“That’s great! Kathleen doesn’t normally allow interns to do more than be a gopher. You should be really proud.”
We spent the rest of lunch, and the walk back to our desks, kicking around ideas to liven up ice cream slogans. I really hope Scott lets her have an active role in this campaign. She has some incredible ideas.
We came around the corner to our work area, giggling like a couple of schoolgirls, when all of the air rushed out of my lungs, and I stopped short. Sitting on my desk was the largest bouquet of flowers I have ever personally seen.
“It looks like you aren’t the only one missing someone,” Sara said cheekily.
Stunned, I toddled over and gently touched the petals of a peach colored flower. The sweet smell, from what had to be four dozen pastel roses, engulfed the room.
“I can’t find the card,” I pouted.
“It was probably dropped by whoever had the misfortune of wrestling them through this maze. You know they are from Ethan. I mean, who else do you know that could afford to send you those? I am officially jealous.”
I grabbed my phone and dialed Ethan’s number. Before he had a chance to say more than hello, I started.
“Oh my god Ethan, the roses are beautiful. I love them. Thank you so much.” The smile on my face was so huge that it actually made my cheeks hurt. I looked at Sara to see her smile a mirror image of my own.
“No, there wasn’t a card. It must have fallen off somewhere along the way.”
My smile wilted. “Oh… No, no… It’s fine. It was probably just a case of mistaken identity…. Ok, I’ll just talk to you when you get home tomorrow. Have a safe trip.”
I disconnected the call and looked mournfully at Sara.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ethan didn’t send me flowers. I have no idea where those came from.”
Sara stomped over to the bouquet and began pawing through the buds. When she came up empty, she looked as confused as I felt.
I picked up the huge vase and said, “these probably belong to someone else. I’m going to take them to reception so the rightful owner can claim them.”
For the rest of the afternoon I buried myself in my work, trying to forget that uneasy feeling I’ve had since just after lunch. Walking out past reception and those damn flowers did not help lessen my anxiety.
I stopped off at the store to pick up a few groceries, and my paranoia kicked into high gear. I didn’t see anyone or anything unusual, but the hair on my arms prickled causing me to rush through my normal routine. I was extra vigilant walking through the parking lot, taking care to check my backseat before getting in. I pulled into the lot and lucked out finding a parking spot next to the complex entrance. I lugged my attaché case and three plastic bags full of items up to my third floor apartment, and now that I am safely tucked behind locked doors, I feel like an idiot. That doesn’t stop me from closing all of the curtains and pushing a chair up against the door though. What can I say; a girl can never be too careful.
I throw a frozen dinner in the oven and flip through the channels. Can I just tell you, television sucks. There is never anything on worth watching. I finally settle in with my dinner and an old action movie I found. I am totally engrossed in the explosions and chase scenes that when my phone rang, I fell off the couch. By the time I pick myself up and reach it, the phone has stopped ringing. A quick check of the caller ID gives me zero information since the call came from a blocked number. Hmmm,
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