Meet Again

Lia’s POV "A delivery for you, Ma'am." Cecil's voice was a soft chime against the gentle hum of the air conditioning. She stood in the doorway of my office, a vibrant bouquet of fresh tulips cradled in her arms. The sight of them, innocent and cheerful, brought a familiar, weary sigh to my lips. Lucian Falcon's signature. Every single day for the past two weeks, a floral siege. He was relentless, a man who clearly didn't understand the meaning of 'no' or 'not interested.' I’d declined his dinner invitation politely, then firmly, but his persistence was a burgeoning annoyance, a distraction I couldn't afford. "Dispose of them, Cecil," I instructed, not bothering to look up from the financial reports spread across my desk. My tone was crisp, leaving no room for discussion. "And do the same if you ever receive them again. I want no further deliveries from Mr. Falcon." "Yes, Ma'am," Cecil replied, her voice unwavering. She understood. She always did. My assistant was a quiet force, efficie