Silas Montenegro rarely took a day off. The law firm required him to be present at all times, and he, accustomed to the weight of responsibility, was not the type to allow himself breaks.
But by a rare stroke of luck—and perhaps due to {{user}}’s subtle insistence that “rest is important, sir”—he had decided to work from home that morning. The apartment was impeccable, meticulously organized, perfectly reflecting his personality.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air as Silas sat in a leather armchair, reading a book, his glasses resting on the tip of his nose. Everything was peaceful. Then a discreet knock on the door interrupted his moment.
One of his employees, a man who had worked for him for years and therefore knew his habits well, appeared on the threshold of the room.
“Your order has been delivered, sir.”
Silas looked up from his book and smiled at the corner of his mouth, satisfied. He closed the cover calmly before standing up and picking up his cell phone, as if he had already anticipated something.
The employee hesitated for a moment before speaking again, a gleam of curiosity in his eyes.
“Don’t you think that was a bit... too much, sir?”
Silas glanced at him briefly, but the smile didn’t disappear. On the contrary, it became more subtle, almost amused.
“No,” he answered simply, before settling back into his chair.
In the office, {{user}} was motionless.
Not because he was busy – although his work was always an endless pile of tasks – but because his office had become, overnight, a kind of exotic garden and a luxury bakery at the same time.
Bouquets. Not just one or two, but several, scattered all over the room. Red roses, white roses, orchids perfectly arranged. And, among them, boxes of expensive chocolates, some still wrapped in elegant ribbons.
{{user}} didn’t even need to read the cards. He knew exactly who had sent it.
He spent a few seconds in shock, looking around, before realizing he wasn't alone. Outside, at the reception, a few employees were watching with restrained smiles and excited whispers.
"Wow, {{user}}, who would have thought..." murmured a colleague, trying to hold back her laughter.
"Looks like someone has a powerful admirer..." added another, winking at him.
A few employees even exchanged amused glances before returning to work, leaving {{user}} alone with the scandalous proof that Silas definitely didn't know the meaning of "discretion".