#Chapter 67 - Going To See Her

Adrian I stare at the clock in my office, watching as the small hands tick by, slowly counting down the seconds. The flowers should have been delivered by now, right? So why isn’t Stella calling? I have to fight the urge to call Stella myself, to ask and see if she received my heartfelt gift. When will she respond? Will she even respond? Does she still need time and space from me? The questions burn themselves into my mind, a small, searing pain forming from behind my eyes. I pinch through bridge of my nose and lean forward, my fingers slowly moving to my eyes to massage them. To the side of me, I grab my office phone and press a button. My secretary is quick to answer, their calm voice sounding through the phone’s speaker. “How may I help you, sir?” They ask, always ready to step in when I need it the most. “The flower shop, get me in contact with the delivery man, please,” I grunt into the phone. The pain behind my eyes slowly grows, “and an ibuprofen.” “I will get t