Cammy stepped back when the man extended the bouquet of white roses and asked, "And who exactly are you? How did you find my address?"
"I'm Mr. Cross' driver. I guess he got your address from your employee profile? He sent me because Atty. Perez said you shouldn't be seen in public. Please, Ma'am, take these flowers—they're for you," the driver explained.
Cammy frowned, still refusing to accept the roses, and pressed further. "Why give me flowers? There's no need for all this, and no need to pick me up. I can just wear a hat and sunglasses to work if they are all worried about my identity."
The driver scratched his head, offering an awkward smile. "Mr. Cross said the flowers are for peace offering for last night. Ma'am, I'll get in trouble if you don't take the flowers or ride in the car. My boss was very clear—no more public transport for you. He even had these roses delivered to the mansion early this morning and paid triple for them."
