𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 | nanami k.

05

Work the next morning made you feel... odd. 

Maybe because you have bills to pay in mind. Maybe because your head hurts from drinking too much last night.

Or maybe because you just met the CEO and also the fucking owner of the company you're working at, and he made you feel things you weren't supposed to feel. You even tried to get him to talk to you, which is a rare thing for you to do.

Damn. Why is he so fucking hot? He should've been an old, dirty, capitalist man like what people in the department imagined him to be. Not some ridiculously attractive blonde capitalist.

The flowers on your table didn't help ease your nerves, especially because there's something new from the anonymous giver today. Ash was sitting on the edge of your table and squealed when you observed the fresh bouquet of flowers beside her, which was a different one this time. Today, it was a beautiful set of pink roses. You glanced at your friend and you noticed she was waiting for something and was more excited than you, biting her finger hard. Your eyebrow raised when you saw a small card on the wrapper and read the surprisingly neat handwritten words in it.

"I don't know what flowers you'd prefer, so I hope you like the ones I gave you today. I apologize if I haven't made myself known yet. Someday, I will. Have a great day."

You bite your lower lip, reading the note over and over again. There aren't even a smudge of ink on it. Your friend nudged your side lightly to get your attention, then peeked at the note you loosely held in your hand. She then read it loud, but not loud enough for everyone to hear, and let out a small squeal when she finished, making you roll your eyes. When you sat on your computer chair, she was still standing there, eyes sparkling while reading the note like she can't get over the gesture made by the unknown person. Everyone seemed to be curious so you pulled her inside your cubicle to avoid any attention.

"They're really putting effort in this, Y/N! And the person really sounds sincere, and not creepy. Well, let's hope." she winked, a wide grin on her face. 

True enough, the admirer really does. Almost everyday, a different set of flowers welcome you to work, and all the dread in your body would go away. You figured they don't know what your favorite flowers are so they get you different kinds of it every week. You often get a good morning thanks to them, and your curiosity arouses each day. Jax didn't even put much effort like this when you were still happy with him. Ash left you eventually since the head showed up, and you both didn't want to be scolded early in the morning.

In your own cubicle, you tried to focus on your work but you can't help but glance at the bouquet on your table. Some workers would try to ask you who you got it from but you would just shrug, because you really had no idea. Besides, if you knew who gave it, you wouldn't dare say a thing either way. It's not like you would broadcast your love life to the whole floor. Ash was the only one you trusted here, but not completely. You haven't even told her your complicated situation with the man you've been seeing for years yet, still, she was the only one you were close with in the department.

Another thing that was bothering your mind for a while now is how expensive it looked. You cringed when you imagined a wrinkly old rich client taking interest in you, young and interesting in their eyes. Wanting someone to spoil because they have no one in their boring ass rich life. You hate people who think too big of themselves, like rich men who think they can get you just because they have money. That thought made you focus on your work more than thinking about the anonymous person giving you expensive gifts. It was a nice gesture, but it would help if they show their face to you. 

Office hours ended painfully slow, thinking the reason might be because you look at the clock every now and then. You didn't know why, but you're on the edge right now. The flowers, the unexpected note, your boss, the bills... Ash waved at you after you told her you have to work extra hours on your shift tonight. People inside the elevator were giving you looks, and you know it's because of the pink extravagant flowers that you lazily held in your hand. You pushed your way out of the elevator after hearing it 'ding', since you only have minutes left before your shift. You have to be earlier than usual, so you took a cab even if you think it will be a waste of money.

You took a quick shower, dressed in your usual clothes for work and prepared yourself for another tiresome hours of work. Your father was on the couch when you passed by him, ignoring him, like you always do. A sigh escaped your lips when you rushed to the shop, thanking yourself for being fast enough to be on time. 

Wednesday came by fast. There aren't any special or unusual about the day, and you wanted to work extra hours again. You're surprised you haven't lost weight until now, or maybe you did? Either way, you always think how much it sucks to be an adult at just the age of 21. You miss being a teenager. Just partying and fooling around. Heck, you even miss studying. You didn't even plan for this to happen, and you try to get rid of that thought so you won't lose motivation. You didn't want to starve either, so you had no choice. Unless your father grows a new pair of balls.

So when you got home, you set an alarm for ten minutes and took a short nap. Unluckily, you failed to wake even when the alarm went off because of how tired you were. When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was someone's back on you. You recognized it as Dash's, who was sitting comfortably on your study table, busy with something. She heard you move on your bed, so she turned her body halfway to face you.

"Uncle said to let you rest. He told me you've been working extra hours since Monday..." she watched your reaction as you processed what she said. Then your eyes slowly widened and groaned on your palm. "I overslept... I have to-"

"I already told him to give you a day off. Rest for a bit, will you?" she calmly said before turning her back on you.

You sighed loudly and plumped back on your bed. You needed that, actually. You silently thanked her for that. The ceiling was interesting to stare at as you try to blink the sleepiness away. "Hey." your bestfriend called you. It took you a few moments before you sat up again, and squinted your eyes at what she was showing. Your laptop, and...

"Anyway, while you were asleep, I did something..." her eyes twinkled with mischief.

Your forehead creased, not having any idea on whatever she's implying. As you neared her, you saw the opened tab and some pink-themed website. You try to figure out what site it was and when you read the words 'Sugar Daddy available', your jaw slacked. Dash looked proud at what she did and you wanted to slap her when you saw that she made you an account. She even put the sexiest picture you had that was taken when you were in a college party!

"Dash!" you groaned loudly and covered your face which made her cackle. "Just for fun, Y/N! Don't worry too much or you'll get wrinkles at 21." she winked but you just pushed her arm, glaring at her. "Whatever, bitch." you say and jumped on your bed to lay down again.

You can still hear her chuckling so you just rolled your eyes. After a few minutes, she started to tell you those who messaged your account and you can't help but stifle a laugh at how she described them. She scrunched her nose, "'Hey beautiful' ? Really? That's so fucking common and used. Probably a lonely fat oldie who can't reach his weenie to jack off." you laughed loudly as she continued to insult every man who tried to reach you, though she was the one handling your account. You just watch her from behind.

A few insults later, something piqued her attention. She then motioned for you to sit on the edge of the bed so you can see more clearly. She clicked on the user's name, and then the picture used. The picture consists of a man's silhouette and the background was a beautiful shot of the sunset with a clear sky. You can only see his side profile, and all you can say is his nose was pointed. You can't see much besides the glasses covering his eyes. 

Dash clicked on his message that said, "You don't seem the type to look for someone to spoil you." 

You raised an eyebrow at his speculation, so you made a face. "He probably got that picture on Pinterest." you pointed out, trying to ignore what he said because you don't know if it's an insult or not. Dash shrugged, saving his profile picture then went to Google Images to search a familiar pic like his.  It's what she does when she goes on dating apps, since she has trust issues on men, and also, women. You were surprised when there were no other results, so Dash tilted her head, gazing at you. It's like she was trying to read your mind.

"Changed your mind?" she teased when she saw your speechless state.