Desirable justice

Notes

Hearing my alarm go of this morning doesn't bring me my usual satisfaction that it normally does I just feel tired, I found it difficult to get to sleep last night which is not something that usually happens to me but I've had a lot on my mind making it hard to just switch off.

Two days till I see Rosaline again two days of obsessing over the chance that she's trying to get to me, trying to unmask me.
Climbing out of bed I'm about to go to my bathroom to practice my usual morning routine but before I can I hear the doorbell ringing.
Looking down at my watch I let out a sigh annoyed that someone would be disturbing me at such an early hour,  grabbing  my dressing gown I pull it over myself heading downstairs. As I approach the door I double check my watch again utterly confused at why someone would be knocking at five thirty in the morning I open the door curious  as to who it is.
It's a postman?

"  Just sign here"

He hands my an iPad to sign my signature on, I don't think I've even ordered anything, it's  also way to early to be delivering but I sign anyway not wanting an altercation at this hour.
Once I've signed it he hands me a small box that hasn't got any labels or anything on which further adds to my confusion.

" Who's sent this" I ask him.

He pauses a few seconds then begins to back away.

" Have a good day Miss Kennedy"

What on earth, before I can even demand more  information he's disappeared.
I turn around rushing  to my kitchen to retrieve a knife to open the package with, pulling out my sharpest knife out of my cutlery draw I begin to cut along the tape at the top of the box digging the knife in ripping the box apart then when it's all cut  I begin to pull it open, I reach into the box and pull out the small package which I feel in my hand I turn it around so I can see what is it.
It's a perfume.
I read the label which I don't recognise at first but opening it I pull out the black small bottle which is named "Rosa" my heart begins thumping slightly faster in my chest.
This isn't a coincidence.

I spray the perfume hastily  onto my wrist the strong smell of roses and a hint of vanilla evident I drop my wrist to my side pulling out my kitchen stool sitting myself down to recompose myself. Someone is messing with me.
The note, the perfume it's all to mess with me. But why? who?
It could be Rosaline but she's in prison how could she leave a note and also get something delivered I give her to much credit, however it's not impossible but given the amount of security watching her it's certainly unlikely but if it is her how am I going to get her to stop messing with me.
Will I have to refuse being her lawyer that isn't really an option for me  as this case is great publicity and money for me but also dropping a client would leave a bad reputation with me potentially tarnishing my entire career.

My ears start ringing slightly as something unfamiliar with in me starts to build up, I pick up the kitchen knife that I'd opened the package with before even really thinking I throw  it against the mirror next to my dining table sending the glass crashing to the ground leaving my kitchen floor covered in tiny shards of glass.
As soon as I hear the crashing I snap out of whatever I'd just done rushing to where I'd thrown the knife staring down at the mess I've left.

It's unlike me to be so destructive there's not been a time in my career where I've ever done something like this, getting to my knees I begin to pick up the shards of glass letting them prick me as punishment to myself for being such a mess over a bottle of perfume.

After I've picked up every last shard of glass I pick up the the perfume bottle heading upstairs to resume my morning routine ignoring how letting myself go like that had left me feeling a lot better.

After my gym session I receive an email from my secretary I open up the email document seeing that Rosaline will be coming in to the firm today for an emergency meeting with me  due to her behaving recklessly further ruining her name making it harder for people to believe she's innocent, I'm not sure how a meeting with me will help her but I'm certainly not refusing.