Stacy Reynolds, Natasha’s assistant said carrying a bouquet of flowers. Natasha looked up to see Stacy placing the flowers next to another four bouquets that had come in a pan of two days. “This is ridiculous,” she thought as she looked at the flowers. “Wait Stacy,” she said as her assistant started to walk out. “What does the card say?” she asked. Stacy picked up the card and opened it. “Same as all others,” she said after a short pause. “Dinner,” she added as she walked to Natasha’s desk and gave her the card. Natasha took a long deep breath. “Thanks Stacy,” she said as she crumpled the small card. “Actually Stacy,” she called again as Stacy approached the door. “Take them all with you,” she said as she balanced her glasses on the ridge of her nose. “What would you like me to do with them?” Stacy asked looking confused. Natasha looked up from her computer and smiled.
