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<\/p>\nMy Tuesday started like any other\u2014coffee in hand, emails piling up\u2014when a delivery guy brought a stunning bouquet of white roses to my desk. My heart raced as he set them down with a note.<\/p>\n
\u201cDelivery for Rebecca,\u201d he said, leaving me with a curious mix of excitement and unease.<\/p>\n
Jenny from accounting raised her eyebrows. \u201cSecret admirer, Becca?\u201d<\/p>\n
I forced a laugh. \u201cMaybe it\u2019s a mistake?\u201d<\/p>\n
The roses were beautiful, but something about them felt off. I hesitated before opening the note, my fingers trembling. It read: \u201cYou always wanted the spotlight. Let\u2019s see how you handle it now.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart sank. Who knew my secret? I quickly folded the note and stuffed it into my drawer, trying to maintain a fa\u00e7ade of calm.<\/p>\n
Jenny peered over. \u201cWhat\u2019s it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust a cheesy line,\u201d I said, avoiding eye contact.<\/p>\n
Throughout the morning, I struggled to focus. The flowers sat there like a dark omen, reminding me of a past I\u2019d tried to leave behind. I barely heard my boss during the meeting, and my mind was consumed by fear.<\/p>\n
At lunch, overwhelmed, I grabbed the flowers and note, and tossed them in the trash. Emily from HR nearly caught me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhoa! What happened to those gorgeous roses?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cNot really my style,\u201d I said, hurrying back to my desk.<\/p>\n
The afternoon dragged. I was lost in thoughts about my past, wondering if someone had discovered the secret I had kept hidden for years.<\/p>\n
Then, I overheard Lisa from sales and Sarah from marketing talking by the coffee machine.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you see those roses on Rebecca\u2019s desk?\u201d Lisa asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh yeah,\u201d Sarah replied. \u201cI got a similar bouquet last year with a creepy note.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did it say?\u201d I asked, stepping closer.<\/p>\n
Sarah explained, \u201cThe note was about the spotlight not lasting forever. Alison from digital marketing sent it. It\u2019s her twisted way of congratulating people she envies.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief washed over me. It wasn\u2019t about my past\u2014it was just Alison\u2019s petty jealousy.<\/p>\n
I texted Mia, my best friend: \u201cDrinks tonight? I need to unwind.\u201d<\/p>\n
At Murphy\u2019s, Mia pushed a glass of wine toward me. \u201cSpill it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I told her about the flowers and my fears. \u201cI thought someone found out about Mark and my past.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mia listened and then said, \u201cYou\u2019ve moved on. Don\u2019t let old ghosts haunt you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right,\u201d I said, feeling lighter. \u201cTo moving forward.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next morning, I nearly bumped into Alison. \u201cCongratulations on the promotion,\u201d she said with a forced smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks, Alison,\u201d I replied, feeling a sense of closure.<\/p>\n
Back at my desk, I found an email from Karen praising my performance. I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest. I was ready for whatever came next.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"