Gemotions

The roses were, to be honest, a little tacky. Big, overblown red roses. Ava winced. She despised this kind of thing. And there was no card. Just the flowers. She knew one person was responsible. But why?

She carefully examined the arrangement, searching for a clue. Nothing. She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She knew who must have sent it. He was a wealthy older man, who was a client. A known womanizer, who had just made an inappropriate comment to her. She thought about calling the office and quitting immediately.

She felt a sudden urge to hide. She grabbed a kitchen knife and hid the flowers in the pantry, and slammed the door. She slumped against the cabinet, feeling suddenly very small.