FLOWER BOUQUET

WRITER'S POV

Jay looked at the flowers again. For the upteenth time. What would he say was his reason for offering a bunch of flowers to his worker?

Surely he had gone crazy. He let out a groan and began to practise his line. But he stopped after a few seconds, surprised at himself.

What was he thinking asking Mr Hugo to get the flowers?

But he had already gotten them. It would be a shame to let them go to waste. He was a honourable man supposed to preserve nature.

And she saved him. Yes, a gift for saving him. That was it.

He picked up the bouquet and without another second to begin another round of contemplation, he sauntered out of his chamber.

Out of his quarters, he trotted down stairs. At the foot of the stairs he momentarily paused. Looked left and right. Coast was clear. If he was correct, the elderly maid servants must have not yet arrived from their various homes at this hour. For his sake, he hoped Karen was early that day.

He proceeded towards the servants quarters.