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Camellias

Camellias have delicate soft petals and gentle curves, which makes them very pretty flowers. They may come in pink, red, or white. Camellias are considered a symbol of desire, passion, and refinement; they also signify perfection. The pink flower means longing, the red flower symbolizes 'you are the love of my life', and the white flower means adoration.

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"Guess what, Logan? You passed the interview!" exclaimed Marquis.
"Wait, really?!" Logan's eyes widened in shock. "That's...that's amazing news!" He held his head and blinked, speechless. 'Finally! After all those years of my hard work paid off!'
"Yup! You can start working as of Monday." Marquis patted his back.
"Wow, I can't believe it. Thank you so much for putting in a good word for me."
"Oh, I didn't do much. I really just talked with my boss and had him take a look at your résumé, especially."
"That helps more than you think, Marquis, so really, thank you. I appreciate it." He pulled him into a firm embrace.
"Your welcome, but you know, Mr. Smith was intrigued as soon as he heard your name. I think he just accepted you because he found your résumé promising."
"Oh, really? It's nothing special though." Logan rubbed his neck shyly.
"Ah, also, he said something about you looking rather familiar."
"He did?" He looked at him curiously.
     Marquis nodded. "Yeah, he said you reminded him of his high school best friend."
"Wow, he must be young then." Logan chuckled. "Which high school did he go to?" he questioned.
"Weston & Priestly High, I'm pretty sure. He was valedictorian," his friend answered, and Logan froze.
"W-What's the name of your boss?" He waited anxiously.
"Mr. Joan Arthur Smith, why?" Logan stared at him in horror as the color drained from his face. "Hey, you okay, buddy? You look like you've seen a ghost..." Marquis touched his shoulder, and he flinched.
"I-I'm sorry, Marquis. I just remembered I have something I need to do." He got up from his seat and rushed out of the coffee shop without letting his friend react. Later that day, he went to a pub to have a few drinks to get his mind off what his friend said earlier that day. He sat at the end of the counter by himself, drinking a glass of bourbon absentmindedly. 'Just when things were going good. My world comes crashing down again...'
He raised his cup to his lips and glanced up to see a gorgeous woman with brown locks in a black, silk, button-up shirt and loose dress pants sitting across from him sipping a glass of martini. She finished it and brought the olive to her naturally pink lips when her eyes flickered over to his as she ate it. Her stare made his face heat up, and he looked away before downing his bourbon then coughing a little as he hit his chest.
The woman smiled to herself before getting out of her seat and striding over to him. Her heels sounded with each step she took. Logan looked up and noticed her approaching him, and he panicked a little. She was tall and slender, and she emitted a very strong, feminine aura.
     She took a seat right next to his and rested her chin on her hand as she smiled at him, who kept his head down. "Don't worry. I don't bite...unless you want me to," she declared with a light chuckle, which made him become flustered; her sweet voice flooded his mind like spilled honey. His eyes finally focused on her face, and he noticed she wasn't wearing any makeup at all, yet her face glowed without blemishes. He looked at her seductive hazel eyes and found himself lost in them, the tiny gold specks in them gleaming. "You seem troubled," she spoke again. "Care to spill your worries to a stranger like me?" She crossed her legs and tilted her head a little to the side.
     Logan pondered for a while, hesitating. 'I just met her. How can I tell her something personal? However, she's just a stranger. I'll probably never see her again. Besides, when will I get the chance to converse with such a beautiful woman?' he thought. He took a deep breath and stared at the cup in his hands, watching the melting ball of ice sitting at the bottom with remnants of alcohol. "I finally got my dream job..." he stated.
"Oh? That's good, isn't it? Although, you don't look like you're drinking to celebrate."
"No, not really, because my boss is going to be someone I've been trying to forget."
"An ex-lover?" she questioned curiously, and he turned his head to look at her.
"No, my two-faced 'best friend' from high school."
"I'm guessing they didn't just do a measly thing to make you want to forget them."
"Yeah, I can never forgive him for what he did..."
"Is it something irreversible?"
"If you count my family going bankrupt, and my dad dying from a heart attack, then yes." He ran a hand through his honey-blonde hair in frustration as the memories came flooding back.
"Oh...I'm sorry if I brought up painful memories for you." She put a hand over his, and he looked at her to see a frown plastered on her face, yet she still looked flawless.
"Oh, um, yeah. It's totally fine though. I mean, I decided to spill my deepest worry with a stranger after all. It would be on me," he remarked, looking away again. He was afraid if he kept eye contact with her, he'd let himself get devoured by her presence and do something he wouldn't normally do. "Well, what about you?"
"Hm?" She pulled her hand back to brush her hair away, exposing her neck.
"It would be kind of unfair to have only me tell you something personal..." he declared, and she nodded a little.
"Right, it would be," she responded. "I guess I also have someone I wish to forget."
"Why?" he asked, listening intently.
"Because I feel like if I don't do that and distance myself, I will continue to get hurt."
"Are they doing it knowing it hurts you?"
     She looked at her entwined fingers and shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. It's not like he'll answer me if I ask him."
'So it's a guy. Of course, it is...' thought Logan as he fidgeted with his hair.
"That's cute," she commented, pointing to his little habit of twirling his hair around his finger, and he blushed immensely before stopping abruptly and laughing nervously. "Do you want to go for a walk? It feels stuffy in here, and I need some fresh air."
     He blinked in surprise. 'She wants to continue this?'
"Follow me if you do." She got up from her seat and started leaving. He frantically paid for his drink and caught up with her. They walked side by side on the almost empty street lit by lamps and a few open places. She was two inches taller than him with her heels on, and she had great posture as well.
'I wonder what she does. She looks sophisticated and glamorous.' She put her hands into her pockets and stopped then looked up at the night sky. The stars shone brightly, not letting the moon outshine them.
"Seems a bit bland tonight..." she voiced quietly.
"R-Right..." He lifted his eyes and spotted a hotel sign to their left then looked away as he rubbed his neck diffidently.
     She noticed his reaction and saw the sign then chuckled quietly into her hand to which he turned to look at her curiously. "Do you want to go in?" she questioned softly with a light smile.
     He choked on his spit and coughed a bit, making her laugh heartily. "S-Sorry, I think I heard you wrong...Did you mean back in the pub?"
"No, you heard me right." She gently bumped into him with her shoulder. "How about it?" She tilted her head to the side.
"A-Are you drunk?" He scratched his face with a finger, and she shook her head.
"Nope, completely sober. Come on," she hooked her arm with his, "let's go." They entered the lobby, and she paid at the counter while he stood to the side awkwardly.
     'I should've said no. Why didn't I say no? I should stop this now.' She came over with the room card, and he opened his mouth to speak, "Um, excuse me, but I—"
     She put a finger over his mouth to silence him. "Just follow me." She pulled him along to the room she booked then closed the door behind them before walking up to him as he backed away. His legs knocked into the bed behind him, and he fell back onto it then sat up hastily.
She put a finger under his chin, tilting it up, as she lowered her face down to his then laid a kiss upon his lips. They both tasted like alcohol, and as if intoxicated by her, he pushed forward urgently. She slid her hands under his shirt to pull it over his head as he allowed her then he kicked off his shoes while she unbuttoned her shirt.
After letting the shirt fall from her hands, he leaned in to lay several kisses against her abdomen as he slowly removed her pants. She stood there half-naked in glory in his eyes. She pushed him back onto the bed and got on top to straddle his hips.
He looked up at her in a daze, his eyes completely lost in hers. She grabbed his hands to put them onto her waist, and he slowly ran them over her gentle curves. Her skin felt soft and delicate against his. That night, he found himself losing his ability to think properly and did something he would never forget.

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     Logan looked at himself in the mirror as he fixed the navy tie around his neck. He was resenting this day, the day he had to go to work for his new job. "Maybe he's changed, but even then, I can't forgive him for what he did. I'll just have to endure seeing him at the office," he said to himself.
     When he reached the company building, someone took him up to the floor where his boss' office was. "Please wait out here until you are called in," the female employee declared. He nodded and sat down in an armchair right outside the door. A few minutes later, the door opened a little, and he looked around awkwardly before deciding to carefully enter.
The woman who opened the door walked back to her place next to the desk at the back of the room and in front of a window wall. He stared at her back, thinking it looked familiar. When she turned around, his eyes widened at the sight of the woman whom he had a one-night-stand with; it had been a few days since then. She looked back at him with no expression as if they were strangers.
     'Well, it makes sense. We only spent one night together, and we didn't even tell each other our names...'
     The swivel chair behind the desk spun around to reveal the person he had wanted to avoid seeing. "Mr. Adler, so nice to finally meet you," Joan stated with a smile which resembled one from advertisements.
     Logan swallowed before plastering an uneasy smile of his own. "It's nice to meet you as well, Mr. Smith. I heard you personally checked my résumé, and I felt so honored."
"Oh, it's nothing. I just found it very interesting and promising. You can repay my kindness by working hard and showing great results for my company," he remarked with a smile once again.
'I can't tell if he can recognize me or not, but one thing's for sure, he is faking that smile,' thought Logan. "Of course, Mr. Smith. I'll be glad to do my best."
"That's great, Mr. Adler. You will be working under my personal secretary and learning everything from her. Her workload has been increasing, and I'm afraid she won't be able to handle it."
"As I've said previously, sir, I am more than capable of doing all the work given to me," the woman said.
"Nonsense, I don't want anyone thinking I'm overworking you," he responded as he lightly squeezed her forearm, and Logan stared curiously with furrowed brows. She moved her arm to brush her hair behind her ear coincidentally, breaking his contact. Joan smiled lightly and retracted his hand to rest on the desk. "But yes, as I've said, you'll be handling a percentage of her work." He looked back to Logan.
"Understood, Mr. Smith." Logan nodded firmly.
"You can show him to his desk, Ms. Verlice." Joan signaled with his hands. She bowed a little before leaving the room with Logan following behind closely.
     She entered the room adjacent to the office with two desks sitting opposite to each other inside. "This will be your desk." She placed a folder onto his desk then turned toward him. "Please review the information inside the portfolio, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask me. My name is Amelia Verlice," she stated as she stretched out her hand to let him shake.
"Logan Adler, Ms. Verlice," he said in return as he shook her hand firmly.
"We'll be colleagues from now on so just call me Amelia." She gave a small smile, and he nodded slowly.
'I wonder if she remembers me,' he thought. "Amelia..."
"Yes?" She looked up from her desk.
"About...that night..." He wrung his wrists.
"You don't have to worry about it. I won't tell anyone," she remarked as she resumed her work.
'So she does...Who knew that night wouldn't be the last time we meet.'
"You were great, if that's what you're worried about," she declared, her eyes not leaving the monitor. He coughed a little at her statement, and she held back a laugh.
"T-That's not what—"
"You can get started on that pile of documents once you're done with the portfolio." Just like that, she ended the conversation, and he gnawed on his bottom lip before flipping open the folder while she glanced at him and smiled a little.