Gemotions

The lilies arrived at precisely 10:03 AM, their ivory trumpets a stark contrast to the drab office. Amelia nearly jumped when the delivery guy knocked, his smile offering no clues as to the sender. Immediately, her cheeks heated. She clutched the vase, scrutinizing each petal as if it held the secret.

She spent the next hour analyzing every interaction she'd had, every misplaced word. Was it Mr. Henderson, the new client? He had complimented her presentation. No, too soon. The flowers felt...significant.

Her lunch consisted of a meager salad eaten hunched over her desk. She kept stealing glances at the flowers, a tight knot forming in her stomach. Every email notification seemed like a potential explanation, each one a disappointment. The silence of the office felt suddenly oppressive.