"Sorry for being an asshole — your boss, John Bailey Miles, CEO of the Miles Shipping Corporation." That was what was written on the card attached to the bouquet.
I would've felt bad if it wasn’t for his whole name and title being written below it. I would've felt worse if it were handwritten, but it was printed like a calling card—except it didn’t even have his number.
But… he bought me roses. "White" roses.
Is the jerk finally trying to graduate from being who he is? I don't think so. He must've just Googled what flowers mean or told one of his "peasants" to do all this for him.
"At least he apologized," I muttered nasally and slipped the card into my journal. "But he apologized in the most asshole way." I rolled my eyes and tried to focus on my dull workday.
I do the same thing eve
