Chapter 157 Flowers and card


    ire is currently in her office sorting out documents while also trying to findpanies who would want to work with Metacortex in building a robot.


    She has found a fewpanies in which ire needs to contact them. As she checked the calendar, something struck her mind which made her stop typing. August 8


    It is Alexander Harris birthday in which ire never forgot.


    Back then she used to prepare everything for Alex despite him never appreciating all her hard work. On his birthday, ire always be the one who is busy preparing his birthday party with his family. She used to wake up early at four to bake Alex cake even though at the end he never ate it, only muttering a small thanks before getting ready to work.


    There are also one time when ire surprises him after he has gone home from work. Alex was in a bad mood and ire decided to surprise him, which was a bad decision for ire cause Alex threw away the cake with anger in his eyes. Turns out that day Alex had a problem with his work, and he poured all his anger on ire.


    ire still doesn''t understand what made Alex dislike her so much back then.


    Is it because his grandfather practically force him to this loveless marriage? Or does Alex have other reason? And if Alex was force to, why didn''t he reject it? Why did he keep going with the marriage?


    A lot of question run through ire mind with no possible answer.


    At the very time, Sandra entered her office bringing a cup of tea and a biscuit.


    ""Here is your tea, miss."


    "Thank you, Sandra," she ced the tea on the coffee table. ire stood up from her chair and walked to the couch.


    "Miss," ire looked up to her as she took a seat on the couch. "Today is Mr. Alexander Harris birthday. I have sent him flowers and card wishes ju-"


    ire stood up immediately with her eyes widened. "You what?"


    A look of confusion crossed her feature as she stared at her boss. "I-I send him flowers and card wishes?"


    "Why did you do that, Sandra? I didn''t tell you send him."


    Sandra looked panicked as ire face turned slightly pissed. "I apologize Ms. Peterson. I just did what you told me to do."


    She looked down feeling guilty for not asking beforehand. "I never told you to send him flowers, Sandra. So why did you do it?"


    "A few months ago, you told me to send flowers and card wishes and even presents to all of your business partners. Harrispany is currently our business partner, so I thought you would want me to send it to him to." ire ced his hand on her waist and closed her eyes feeling resigned. She can''t turn back time. What''s done is done. All she can do now is to deal with it.


    She sighed. "It is okay, Sandra. It is not your fault. I was the one who told you to do it in the first ce."


    "I''m really sorry, Ms. Peterson."


    "Yes, it is fine. You may now go."


    Sandra apologized once more, feeling guilty after seeing her boss reaction. As she settled on her desk, a thought crossed her mind.


    Why did ire act that way? She never acted like that when ites to other business associate then why did she only act a certain way to Alexander Harris?


    Sandra doesn''t like assuming things that doesn''t have any concrete evidence but a few months ago, ire also acting like this when Alexander proposed a business deal to her.


    Alexander was seated in his spacious office, the soft glow of the afternoon sun streaming through therge windows. He was engrossed in signing a stack of documents when a knock on the door interrupted him. Without looking up, he said, "Come in."


    The door opened, and his secretary stepped in. Alex nced up for a second, then looked back down at the document. "What is it?" he asked, his tone distracted.


    "Mr. Harris, you received some flowers," his secretary informed him, holding arge bouquet.


    "From whom?" Alex asked, his tone indifferent as he continued to focus on the document. "They are from Ms. ire Peterson," she replied.


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    Chapter 15howers and card


    Alex''s hand froze, and he dropped the pen. He looked up, squinting his eyes as if he hadn''t heard her correctly. "Repeat that, please," "Aye ire Peterson sent the flowers," his secretary repeated.


    Alex gestured for her toe forward. She approached and ced the bouquet on his desk. "Thank you," he said, his voice more attentive


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    His secretary nodded and quietly left the office, closing the door behind her. Alex leaned back in his chair, stunned not just by the flowers but by the fact that ire had sent them. He observed the bouquet, a mix of vibrant colors and elegant arrangements, clearly chosen with care. After a moment, he noticed a small card tucked among the flowers. He reached for it, opened it, and read the message inside. It was a simple birthday wish.


    He frowned, holding the card in his hand, and read it again, as if he couldn''t believe it. The handwriting wasn''t ire''s, he was sure of that. ire didn''t strike him as the type to send such a gesture, especially given their professional rtionship.


    He knew it was likely orchestrated by her assistant or someone in her office, a standard business courtesy. Yet, deep down, he wished it hade directly from ire herself.


    Suddenly, the door burst open, and Christian, his best mate, strode in with a bright smile.


    "Happy birthday, Alex!" Christian eximed, his voice filled with genuine joy.


    Alex barely looked up from the card, still engrossed in the message. Christian raised his eyebrows and approached him, curiosity piqued. "What are you reading?" he asked, peering over Alex''s shoulder with curiosityced in his tone. Alex casually responded, "It''s a flower and card wishes from ire."


    Christian''s eyes widened slightly. "From ire? Really? ire Peterson? Your ex-wife?"


    cing the card down, Alex turned to him. "Okay, Chris, I think I got what you mean. Yes and no. This..." Alex pointed to the bouquet and card. "It''s from ire but not from ire. It''s just a business standard. I do the same, especially now that we''re business partners." Christian pointed out, "You sound sad. As if you are wanted the flowers from ire."


    Alex scoffed, denying it. "I''m not upset. Just surprised."


    Knowing his best friend well, Christian decided not to press the matter further. Instead, he changed the subject. "So, what are you going to do on your birthday?"


    Alex shook his head. "Nothing special. Just work. Why do you ask?"


    Christian scoffed, shaking his head. "Work? On your birthday? Really? You''re such a liar, Alex. I know you better than that and I am not allowing you to spend your birthday to just work."


    Alex raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "No, don''t tell me you..."


    Christian frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yes, I did. I''m throwing you a birthday party," he dered, grinning widely.