Wynta
She was sitting in her office working, she had left the marketing floor and closed herself into her office. The door was actually closed, so no one could come in. It wasn’t something she had ever done before. But honestly she wasn’t in the mood to deal with hearing the comments out there that were being made about her.
There was a knock on her door and she looked up to see a woman standing there holding a large round box of white flowers. She nearly ignored it. But couldn’t be that rude to the woman standing there and waved her in, “Can I help you?” she asked as the door opened.
“You’re Wynta Morgan?” she asked, pointing to the sign on the door.
“I am.” She nodded.
“I was told to personally deliver these to you, not your office. Glad you're in.” She smiled as she walked across t
