MACEY

True to his word, Damien sent someone to deliver the gifts and the huge-ass bouquet like they were from strangers. I, of course, played along.

The flowers arrived mid-morning, all lush and showy like something out of a perfume ad. My coworkers were drooling over them, and I pretended to have no clue who sent them. Inside, though, I was grinning like a fool because I knew exactly who they were from.

By the time the clock hit four, I’d had enough of pretending to work. My laptop was ...