Flower
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They had started showing up in random places, at random times, beginning last week.
The first one she had received was when she was leaving the overcrowded elevators onto the floor her office was on. Thank God for breathing space.
In fact, she didn't even know about it until her secretary, Ayame had pointed it out to her by loudly exclaiming "what a beautiful flower!"
Chalking it up to her weirdness- Ayame was prone to saying random things, but she was a good person-Kaoru headed to her office.
Sometime later she headed toward the bathroom and accidentally ran into Ayame, who was just leaving the only one on their floor; she commented "I didn't realize it was real."
Again marking it down as her weirdness, she shrugged and stepped into the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror, something in her hair caught her eye.
A yellow rose, a promise.
Perhaps Sano was making sense after all.
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The second one had shown up when she was searching for her pack of hair ties she kept for emergencies in her drawer. She was dismayed to find it missing, even though only she and the head security guard had the keys to it.
Instead, in its place, she was startled to find a pink tulip wrapped with a blue ribbon- a note attached.
Carefully picking the piece of paper up, she opened it with trepidation. Cautiously opening the folded paper, she spied clear cursive inside.
Wear this instead.
That bastard. He stole all of her hair ties. When he finally comes clear, she was going to give it to him.
Anger cooling, she shrugged, wondering how he had gotten the keys.
She ha deduced it was a guy, and definitely not the head of security. He was a playful man who had made the object of his attentions clear- her. The only thing blocking her mid from thinking it was him was the fact that he was no romantic- nor was he subtle.
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Over the course of the week, they showed up randomly, and she was starting to get annoyed by him. Why couldn't he just come up to her?
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The day their head manager had called in sick was a rush day. As an assistant to a higher up, it was her job to calm everyone down.
At the end of the day, when she could finally relax with her feet up, she realized there were no surprises for her that day.
She found she sort of missed it.
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When the red rose had turned up- it was the first one- she'd gotten everything, from a bouquet of yellow and white daisies to a bush of marigolds- she was most surprised.
It wasn't just the rose on her personal coffee maker that had caught her attention, it was the note attached to it. It was the second time she had gotten a note from him, the first being in regards to the ribbon- which she still wore. Written in that clear- beautiful, loopy- handwriting that was attached to one of the many flowers that had her the center of teasing in the office, was an invitation to dinner on his yacht.
Stuck up rich bastard. She thought angrily, but she knew she would go anyways.
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End!