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I haven't received a bouquet today.

Every day for the past nine days, there'll be a delivery man coming through that door around 10am, with a bouquet of tulips and a card attached to it. I don't know why he'd always send it to this particular bakery since I have another two in Jakarta but today, when there's no one coming at 10am, or 10.05am, or 10.10am, I got nervous.

I actually trembled thinking he somehow sent that bouquet to the other branches that one of my employees would read the card and judge me for whoring with another man when I'm engaged to Andra Hartono. Or, they'd think it's Andra who wrote those sick, disgusting pick up lines.

Either way, it's bad news for me.

Everybody knows me as the well mannered woman who always dress modestly, never do controversial stuff, but with just that one card, it can destroy my reputation. People would call me a fake, for behaving like an angel in front of others but spread my legs to men behind closed doors.

Urgh. This is killing me.

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