14 - I Want To Break Free

~Bailey’s Point of View~

I had an hour left until I could safely get the hell out of here. If I tried to leave before six usually someone had a problem with it. Most nights I was here until seven or eight. But today there wasn’t a whole lot going on and I was so caught up on my work I already had everything ready for Nadine in the morning. She never gave me the courtesy of returning the favor but I won’t go there.

The elevator opened and someone stepped off holding a giant box of roses. I practically leapt to my feet, knowing right away those were for me. I just knew it. There were no other women on this floor and nobody would send a man flowers.

“Bailey Kline,” the delivery guy said. I nodded, absentmindedly and accepted the box. I could already smell them, and the clear cover over the top showed how pristine and perfect they looked. When I took them in my arms and tilted it toward me, I saw there were some California poppies in there too and I laughed.

I scurried to my desk and s