Mr. Webb, Make Your Move!
"Ms. Lowry, I've sent you so many flowers, and you haven't even said thanks once. I started to think maybe I got the address wrong, so I decided to come and see for myself."
He went on, sounding hurt, "And what do I find out? The cleaning crew tells me that every time you get the flowers, you just toss them in the trash. You're crushing my feelings, and it's making it hard for me to breathe."
Ever since Zara started working at Schmidt Group, Yaxley had been sending her flowers every single day. They were not just any flowers either. They were fancy ones like color-changing tulips and spray-painted white roses.
They were always a big, flashy bunch.
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