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They were all small packages, the largest no bigger than an A4 sheet but very thick. “What are these?” All the gifts were carefully wrapped. Chris opened them one by one, his eyes cooling. They were original text books! These kinds of medical books were hard to find domestically and not sold anywhere, only Lonat had them, and you had to go to specialized medical schools—ordinary people couldn’t get them. It was obvious Jessica had spent the entire day just to find these books for Chris. “Did you look for them one by one?” asked Chris. Jessica nodded, standing beside him with her hands on the table, pointing at two of the books.

The lights outside had softened into a dusky lavender, and guests formed a quiet line to take turns placing gifts and handwritten letters into the cradle. There were knitted blankets in soft pastels. Tiny booties embroidered with elephants. A framed sonogram turned into digital art by one of Danelle’s friends. A custom bilingual storybook—written in both Hindi and English—called "The Lioness and Her Cub," gifted by Anushka’s from the colony. One aunt offered a silver rattle said to be blessed by a temple priest in Chennai. There were little onesies, too—one read “Born to Rule the Boardroom” and another “Mommy’s Favorite Project.”

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The assistant handed him a small, elegantly wrapped package and waited for further instructions. Blake took the package, admiring the craftsmanship. It was a rare, leather-bound edition of Emily’s favorite novel, a touch he knew she’d notice. The title gleamed in embossed gold lettering, and her initials shone in a delicate script across the bottom right corner. This wasn’t just a gift; it was a gesture of intimacy, of understanding. It was the kind of gift that only someone who knew her, who valued her deeply, would send. And the note slipped inside was as carefully crafted as the gift itself:

"Yeah, and I need to give Mark and Helen theirs. We separated, and I found Kimi, who was talking with Robert. I handed a gift to Robert. He opened it first. It was a bone mug. I signed, "What you will need a cup to drink out of today." He smiled and handed me mine. I opened it up to see it was a book, Moby Dick. "When I found out your pack in the north would whale, I knew that book would interest you." he signed. "Thank you." I mind-linked him, then I looked at Kimi, who was smiling at me. We handed each other the gifts. "Ready?" She mind-linked me. I nodded, and we tore our gifts open at the same time.

Satisfied with his pitiful state, I waved my hand in the air to wrap up. Out of thin air, his body was engulfed by furious red flames, and the underground cell filled with ear-piercing screams and a rotten smell. I swiveled on my heels before whispering the complete answer to his questions under my breath, “And for the world… gifted.” I left the room and passed other gang members in the hallway. They watched at me in pure horror before bowing their heads down in front of me.

Three years, and Gavin was still the same arrogant, self-obsessed jerk. I didn't say a word. He had no clue I was here to take his company. Right after he swaggered inside, a janitor jogged over and grabbed the bag from me. "Sorry, Ms. Valencia—I didn't mean to be late." She'd asked me to bring bottles for some summit promo—trade enough, win a limited-edition rocket for her grandson. When she saw the haul, her face lit up. "Thank you! You just made his dream come true."

“Besides, I want to see your face when you open this.” She’s trying to hide it, but I know she’s excited about opening her gift. Her reaction is priceless when she sees the six books, all personally signed with get-well-soon messages by her favorite authors. “Oh, Leia, this is amazing! Thank you!” she exclaims with glazed eyes and pulls me into another hug while squealing.

Kia puzzled, flickering her eyes between Hunter and the books. “What do you mean, why? Can’t I gift my friend something?” “But they are so many? Why did you spend so much? Considering it’s all from different genres, they must have cost you a lot.” She retorted. Her gaze again wandered to the books. Not that she didn’t feel glad that he brought some thoughtful gift for her, but then the thought that he must have spent a lot on this gave her an unsettling feeling. Hunter rolled his eyes. “They are not even an inch closer to punching a hole in my bank balance, Kiara.”

And then the gifts began. Day one, he sent me a box of thriller books I once mentioned to him in passing, books I said I wanted to read someday when I had time. Though THE HUNTER was amongst those books- which is my favorite thriller book, I wasn’t moved. Day two, a pair of dolls exactly like the ones I told him I collected as a child. Cute, I’m still not impressed. Day three, a designer bag I had jokingly added to my cart many months ago.