Ambrosia

Donovan slowed down as he got into the gates of Petals Pharmaceuticals and Cosmetics. Throughout the short journey, he had kept stealing glances at his mistress. She seemed too serene that it was scary. For days, she had refused to see anyone and now all of a sudden, she wanted to visit Petals? Very suspicious indeed

"We are here," he said, for lack of words.

"I can see that," she lightly rebutted, "Wait here till I return. I won't be long."

Donovan scrambled out of the car to open her door but she beat him to it, pushing open the side door of the Lamborghini. He felt embarrassed at his incompetence and hung his head in shame. She barely took notice, walking past him to the great doors of Petals. The security at the gate had let her in out of familiarity but she did not know the doorman.

"Aren't you going to let me in....Steve?" She inquired, reading from his worker's ID card.

"Good day, Mrs Torres. I am deeply sorry to tell you this, ma'am but you can't come in without a worker'