The mont I stepped into the office, the sa scene greeted as it had for the last week. A massive bouquet of flowers and a beautiful crystal jar that contained my favorite chocolate-covered almonds.
My lips curved up into a small smile. I quickly ran up to the bouquet to look for today’s note. A small piece of pink paper was still between the flowers. I reached in and pulled it out, quickly unfolding it.
[You’re always on my mind]
I ran my fingers across the small piece of paper, taking in the familiar sight of Christian’s handwriting.
Today’s note was a lot more romantic than the previous ones. Usually, it was cryptic ssages like "Soon" or "I’m Trying".
I brushed my finger across the words before folding the note back up and placing it into my desk drawer with the others.
As I sat down in my chair, I couldn’t help but glance over at the pocket door that led to Christian’s office. It felt like forever since I’ve last stepped through that door. A sense of emptiness rose within every ti I looked at that door.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen him last...
Getting up in the morning has been a lot less stressful for every day, and I even found myself looking forward to seeing what kind of bouquet I would receive each day.
Maybe I should go say sothing to him?
It was the first ti I had thoughts to pay him a visit. I could at least say thank you for the flowers, snacks, and lunch that he sends every day.
After thinking about it all morning, I finally gathered my courage and stood up.
All I have to do is say thank you. Don’t overthink it.
My pep talk helped convince myself to walk over to the small pocket door. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
In my chest, my heart was beating wildly. I couldn’t tell if it was due to excitent or nervousness, but there was one thing I couldn’t deny...I wanted to see him.
As soon as the door opened, I stuck my head inside, praying that I wasn’t walking in on any eting. But to my surprise, the office was completely empty.
Is he even here today?
I glanced around his empty office, looking for any signs of him. But there was nothing. No jacket, no briefcase, no phone. The stillness in the air told that he hadn’t been here for at least a few days.
The expectant look on my face turned into a contemplative frown. It was very strange that soone with as much work ethic as Christian would be absent.
I wonder if everything is okay? Maybe he moved to a different office?
After one final glance around, I closed the door and went to sit back behind my desk. For so reason, I felt concerned for him.
Just as I was considering other possibilities of where he could have gone, I heard a knock on my door. My eyes drifted to the ti on the bottom of my computer screen.
It must be Blake to deliver my lunch.
"Co in!" I shouted from my seat.
The door opened, and sure enough, Blake walked in, pushing his usual silver cart.
"I am here to deliver your lunch, Miss Moresi," he said calmly, walking over to my coffee table.
I stood up from my seat and nodded respectfully. "Thank you," I said as I watched him place the silver platters from the cart on the table. Just as he was about to walk away, I cleared my throat.
"Blake? Umm...I was wondering where Christian was today. I wanted to say thank you for all the things he’s sent over..." I looked around the room while my fingers fidgeted with the pen I was holding.
Blake paused and turned to face . "Oh? Are you not aware? CEO Vittoria has been sick at ho these last two days. He ca down with a serious fever."
My eyes widened. I never considered the possibility of Christian getting sick. He’s always been so healthy that the fact that he was sick made even more nervous.
"Is he okay?" I asked softly.
Blake nodded, "From what I heard, he’s over the worst of it. He sounded better today when he called to remind to pick up your lunch."
What? He called Blake personally?
"He called you to remind you to pick up my lunch?" I asked, visibly shocked.
Blake smiled politely and nodded, "Yes, Miss. He calls every day to tell which dishes to order for you."
I froze. I never expected that Christian would pay so much attention to to personally choose my lunch each day.
"Then even these last two days...?" I asked, mumbling.
Blake heard enough to answer, "Yes, Miss, he made sure to call even as he battled a high fever these last two days. The CEO has always been attentive when it cos to you."
After answering my question, he pushed the silver cart out and left my office, leaving to stand frozen in place.
There were so many emotions that turned inside of . I had no idea that he put so much thought into the food that I ate.
I walked over to the coffee table and lifted the lid. A delicious rice dish looked back at , spreading its delicious scent throughout the room. It was only then that I realized that every al I’ve had this past week was perfectly to my taste. Not a single dish was subpar or even just okay.
My head spun as conflicting emotions turned inside of . Feelings of "this is what he should do" clashed with "Maybe he really does care about ".
Forget it, Leslie! Don’t let yourself beco so easily bought over!
I let out a small huff as I plopped down on the couch and looked at the food in front of . No matter how conflicted I was, it still didn’t prevent from digging in.
As expected, the food was so delicious that I didn’t leave a single crumb on the plate. My mood imdiately lifted as I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of having a full belly.
Who would’ve thought that I was such a foodie all along?
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