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Eight hundred flowers were way more difficult to find than Wilma and Maggan had thought but with a lot of work and searching between different levarenters they could finally fill out the order. When the order then arrived at the boutique a week later Maggan called a delivery service that could help them transport the flowers, because neither Maggan or Wilma owned a car.

A week after the order was made the delivery car stood outside the boutique, two men jumped out and made their way in. The both were very handsome and tall, way taller than Wilma but then again she was quite small so that wasn't something to compare two because in that case everyone had been tall. They men presented themselves as Kevin and Shang, two asian looking guys, both with short black hair that was well styled and a way better english than many others. Shang wore a lot of rings and he totally rocked it. Kevin was more simple in that way but both funny guys. After they all got to know each other the guys started to load the truck with the buckets of flowers.

When the truck was filled they asked for one of Wilma and Maggan to go with them so they could help to get them to the buyer of them.

"Well I could go with you, if that's alright for you Maggan '' Maggan nodded and waved the three other people out of her store. "Well bye then"

Hopping into the car they started their radio. The radio station was one of those where nobody talked and just played music. When the song Runaway by Galatis started to play all three of them sang along and started the car and drove away, it took a minute to get there because of the streets that were chaotic at this time of day. The streets were filled, well on the other side when isn't the streets filled in New york. Looking out of the window Wilma saw the building they were heading to in the distance. It was huge, way bigger than she thought.

Wilma had only seen the building on photos and out of the windows but that was often far away. So when she now were so close to the building it was overwhelming and surreal.

The car arrived at the big parking lot outside, the parking lot was filled with expensive cars and motorcycles. Nearly all of them were also black keping a theme.

Wilma jumped out of the small delivery truck and made her way into the tall tower in front of her. The doors were two big glass doors and even them looked like a fortune. Entering into the lobby or entry floor there were some lounge couches and a reception where a beautiful blond skinny woman.

Walking up to her the blond lookee up with a facial expression telling her to get lost and leave as if she was here to be annoying. Wilma didn't really care about what she thought though because she was here to do her job nothing less nothing more.

"Hello, I'm here to deliver an order for Miss Romanoff?" Wilma finally said as she had ended up in front of the reception. The blondie looked her up and down and chuckled for herself.

"Oh honey, can't you at least try?" She chuckled. Wilma was beyond confused at this moment.

"Try what exactly?"

"Romanoff never buys things that are delivered to the office if it isn't for Mr. Rogers, and he absolutely hates flowers." Her laughing stopped. Wilmas confusion was now replaced with a feeling of sadness. The only thing she thought of was the gift that she had given him that day, a flower. She thought he would like it.

"Oh I'm sorry then..." The sadness building inside her was screaming. What the actual fuck was she supposed to do with hundreds of flowers, she couldn't sell that much, Romanoff hadn't even paid for them there so now she had gone back on loads of money. Making her way out of the tower she bumped into a shoulder not paying any attention she kept walking and thinking.

That was up until she felt a hand turning her around and a gaze falling down on her. Wilma didn't dare to look up; she had made a big mistake and now she had to tell Maggan about their big loss of money, the money that would take years to get back or ever get back.

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