No one who knew Gertrude would would have been surprised to hear that she had that morning (as she did every morning) been working almost furiously at her desk. She was researching for one of her cases, and a huge pile of documents were neatly stacked into on her desk. By the time she got up to go for her break, three full scrolls of parchment also lay upon her desk, which had been neatly all tied up and placed to one side.

So consumed by her work, Gertrude thought as if her soul would leave her body when the delivery boy spoke to her earlier in the morning. She had tried to remain nonchalant as she thanked the boy, stay professional as she accepted the flowers. However, this did not last long, as she felt the corners of her mouth tug upwards.

The smile had remained there almost constantly since. She almost skipped down to the breakroom, eager to see Walt. If possible, her face lit up even more the second she saw his face. "Good morning!" she exclaimed, as she entered the room and walked in his direction, "Thank you for my flowers. They're beautiful."

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