Spooked Over Flowers.

“You know, for someone who claims to be my assistant, you sure do allow a lot of people waltz their way into my office.” Amara had said this, seated in the back sit of her car as Duncan drove her home that very night. It wasn’t particularly a topic she wanted to discuss about, but she realized she’d much rather talk about anything than to allow her mind wander and eventually go back to what Tobias had said this morning. Duncan looked a bit guilty at this. If he were driving, Amara was sure he would have bowed a thousand times. “I apologize, Ms. Crawford.” Was all he said, and didn’t bother going further to give an explanation or an excuse behind why he hadn’t spotted said people, especially Tobias. If he had, Amara was certain she wouldn’t be feeling as disturbed as she currently was. But, there was no need weeping over spilt milk and Amara didn’t entirely feel like flogging the subject so she decided to let him off with a light warning. “It’s okay,” She said. “Just be sure not to make