Few hours later, he entered her office, " Morning Ivana" he greeted her cheerfully, his hands in his pocket, he smiled at her.

She was stunned, she returning the greetings softly.

"Can you send out a bouquet of roses for me?" He asked.

"Yes sir!"

She narrowed and quickly masked the jealousy, pain and anger that surge through her, picking the phone she called the florist.

After the call ended, she sighed.

He did not even ask how her night was, pretended like he had not seen the newspaper or she would not have come across it.

Ivana checked the time on her phone, it was almost passed her morning...