It's your birthday

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I'm rushing around, getting ready for my first day working for Alexander, when I hear a knock at the door. Emberley is already gone, so I go answer it.

"Coming!"

I open the door and there stands Joe. "Uh, hi. Give me a sec."

"Good morning, Ma'am. Here are your keys.." He hands me a set of keys.

"What?"

"From Mr. Holt."

"I'm confused."

"Your car is parked in the garage, Ma'am."

I laugh because I just don't know what else to do.

"You can't be serious."

"I very much am, Ma'am. Your car is parked in the garage. Mr. Holt had it sent for you."

I hold my finger up. "One sec." I run into the kitchen and grab the gift I have for him and the individual-sized birthday cake I made for him. Then I grab my purse and phone and then Joe follows me out the door. As we are walking to the elevator to go to the garage, my phone dings. It's Alexander.

I don't respond because I'm still recovering from the shock I'm in, and when I get to the garage, Joe points to a white car parked in the corner that's reserved for my apartment

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I don't respond because I'm still recovering from the shock I'm in, and when I get to the garage, Joe points to a white car parked in the corner that's reserved for my apartment.

"Certainly not," I say.

"That's yours."

"Joe, that's an Audi."

"Mr. Holt only buys the best, Ma'am."

Joe walks away and I stare at this expensive gift, wondering if I should feel flattered or not.

As badly as I want to accept the car, I can't, and I go back to my apartment and tell him to send Joe back for the keys.

As badly as I want to accept the car, I can't, and I go back to my apartment and tell him to send Joe back for the keys

¡Ay! Esta imagen no sigue nuestras pautas de contenido. Para continuar la publicación, intente quitarla o subir otra.

He doesn't respond right away and I'm wondering if I've either made my point or upset him. As I sit there waiting for a reply, I debate what to do about the car and wonder what it means. Are we in a relationship? Is he serious about me? That's a lot of money to spend on someone. Maybe not for him though. I think about what a relationship... a serious relationship with him means because of what he told me on the boat and the whole marriage contract. I'm not sure I want to give up school or theater.

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