Gemotions

Heads whipped around when the delivery person called out her name. Laura, already late for her meeting, had to receive the package. A lavish arrangement of orchids, the kind she’d only ever seen in magazines, sat on the table. No note. Her stomach lurched. She glanced at her colleagues.

A cold sweat broke out. Who could it be? The flowers felt heavy in her arms. She hurried to her office, locking the door behind her. Her hands trembled as she placed them on her desk, the vibrant colors a stark contrast to the sterile environment. She felt a growing discomfort, a sensation like being watched. The meeting could wait.