They were pricey, they died too quickly and half of them caused him to sneeze like crazy.
”Achoo!”
Hazel eyes narrowed as the lawyer reached over to snatch a tissue from his box. The fluffy white pieces were dwindling fast, all thanks to the bouquets upon bouquets of flowers that had been accidentally delivered to the office instead of the various offices and homes that they had been intended to be delivered to.
One wrong button click and all of his client presents had been listed to come there instead of their true destination. Why hadn’t the company called and double checked? Didn’t it look peculiar to have twenty or so bouquets in fancy vases wrapped up in fancy bows written with fancy cards get delivered to the same address???
Thankfully, they had enough interns that could do the deliveries for them but it also meant watching them come and go at a snail’s pace as they delivered them one by one to the various locations.
Rob had originally thought of the idea --- why stop at just doing things for Christmas, when Valentine’s Day was one of the most commercialized holidays out there? And who better to spoil and pamper than the divorcees that he represented and their small (or, on occasion, large) businesses?
So he’d hatched a plan to send a box of deluxe chocolates and colorful flowers to each divorcee on his list, in hopes of reminding the poor, lonely women that Robert Banks, Attorney, would always be there for them even if their scoundrel of a husband wasn’t.
It was a foolproof plan… at least, until the delivery mess up.
“ACHOO!”
Watery eyes closed as he took a deep breath (or tried), the congestion getting to him. It wasn’t fair that florists could arrange flowers that had allergens in them but it seemed as if Rob would continue to suffer for at least the next few hours.
Rising up from his chair, he moved to pass the array of flowers that had overtaken the secretary’s desk to head towards the supply cabinet. He’d need at least two more boxes of tissues to get him through the day - and the three meetings he had scheduled - but the lawyer paused when he noticed a particularly strange looking bouquet.
It made sense, when he read who the tag belonged to. One of his more… colorful and bizarre clients, so the choice had been bizarre and colorful in response. Plucking two of the darker blossoms from the bunch, fingers brushed against the petals as he mused softly to himself.
Wonder if Mory would be into something like this?
He tucked two away (because he knew he’d get grief from the young girl if he didn’t get her guardian one as well) and the especially odd looking blossom for his partner.
Who said he wasn’t a generous guy, right?
Dabbing his nose with his free hand, he fetched the boxes and returned to his office, sneezing in the process -- even long after his office door had been closed.
To K:
Nuxaz
To Mory:
iStoleYurVamps
To Steele:
kuropeco
