"Mrs. Grey, you have a delivery"
"Okay, thank you"
I stand up from my desk and make my way to the receptionist up front, my assistant, Hannah, is on her lunch break. I round the corner to see beautiful yellow roses. Must be from Christian, but why yellow? He always sends white or red, this is a first. I smile as I take them back to my office, I grab the card and reach for my phone to send a message to my husband. I pause as I read the message on the card.
How beautiful you looked on the red carpet Ana Banana
Whoa, these aren't from Christian, he wouldn't ever call me "Ana Banana" he knows I hate that nickname. I wonder if, nah, he wouldn't, but just in case maybe I will call mom.