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Vivian

I was so enraged I was nearly panting as I stormed out of my office, the crumpled note still clutched in my hand. How dare Richard try to manipulate me like this? I was furious and confused. What was he thinking, sending me flowers and notes like he was my lover?

I marched down the hallway, my heels clicking on the floor. The others stared at me like I had gone crazy but I didn't care. I couldn't wait to confront him, to demand answers. Why was he playing these games? What did he hope to achieve?

I barged into his office, throwing the door open wide and slamming it behind me. Richard looked up from his desk, a smug smile spreading across his face. It was certainly not the reaction I expected.

“Ah, Vivian. I see you got the flowers.”

I stood facing him, my eyes blazing with anger. “What was the meaning of those flowers, Richard? You know I'm a married woman. What the hell do you think you are doing sending me romantic gestures and all sorts of things?”

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