96. The Villain of My Story
Susy
“Miss… this was sent for you.” Clara, my assistant, peeks her head through the door of my office, holding a box perfectly wrapped, adorned with an elegant red ribbon.
I looked up from the paperwork in front of me, frowning in intrigue.
“Who sent it?” I ask, both curious and suspicious.
Clara just smiles with that conspiratorial look she sometimes gets when she's in a joking mood.
“There’s no card… but it seems to be one of those little gestures from a certain admirer.” She gives me a playful wink, as if she doesn’t want to disrupt the routine of the little surprises I’ve been getting lately.
She gently places the box on my desk and, respectfully, leaves, closing the door behind her to give me privacy.
I gazed at the box for a few seconds. Part of me
