A Forgotten Promise

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Anne was woken by a terrible headache. She felt like being smashed of a huge hammer because the pain almost covered through the back of her head. She slowly rose on her bed and lightly massage her temple. And when she was about to step inside the bathroom her attention got by the mobile phone laying on the foot of her bed.

She immediately picked the phone and scrolled the content. At the back of her mind telling her that she done something very stupid  last night.

"Holy cow!" she cursed when the evidence bombered clearly through her eyes.

She went still for a minute and tried to remember the conversation she had with Logan.

What the! She pitiedly cried to him!

Nothing to do about it she just deeply promised to herself that the thing like this would never--ever happened again until she finished her task. She needed to save first their company then after that she will do everything to win him back.

It only took a half an hour to get ready conquering the new big challenge that given to her by the harsh reality. Clad with white long sleeves and black pencil cut skirt she entered at the lobby of the Ford Corn Industry.

"Good Morning Miss Ford" she greeted by her new secretary the moment she entered her new office.

She faced the skinny five feet and seven inches woman at her late thirties. "Good Morning Chantal!"

" A cup of coffee Miss Ford." her secretary warmly smiled at her.

She slowly shook her head and smiled back at her.  "We have a board meeting today, right?"

"Yes Miss Ford. An hour from now." Chantal replied.

"Alright, please ready all the necessary documents that we're needed to present at the board." she said before she went inside her father previous office.

"Right away Miss Ford." she heard Chantal replied before she closed her office door.

A bouquet of fresh flower greeted her as soon as she entered her office. Out of curiousity she picked the card that was attached on it.

No name of the sender and just a two words written on the card.

CHEER UP

She studied the bouquet of white orchids. Well, who was this person that would sent this kind of flowers?

This is a kind of so old fashion! Well, she didn't know to others but for her it made herself felt like an old person.

Why not bouquet of roses? Or her favorite daisies?

She dialed the office telephone and after a second Chantal answered.

"Yes, Miss Ford."

"Chantal, who sent this flowers?" she asked.

"I just recieved it from a courier, Miss Ford." Chantal immediately respond.

"Okay thank you."

After five minutes of carefully checking the flowers she stalked toward the pantry and looked for a vase. Luckily, there are two vacant vases so she picked the bigger one and put a water on it.

She beautifully arranged the flowers and laid it on the right side of her table. And from to time when her eyes needed to rest she stared at them.

Literally, these flowers gave her warm. By just staring at them she couldn't contain not to grinned.

Again she wondered.

Really, who's in this world would sent this kind of flowers. Well, unless it came from the old member of her family, like from her uncle or from her father.