Her Good Thing

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Heads swiveled and twirled around as Danetta strutted into work on Monday morning.

“You look really nice today, Danetta. I love the haircut,” Monica, her assistant, said as she passed her in the hallway.

“Thank you.” Danetta pulled her oversized Coach bag over her shoulder and continued toward her office like a woman on a mission.

By the time Monday morning rolled around, she had grown comfortable with her look and knew she looked good. The hair and makeup were positive changes and Danetta owed Ryla big time for helping her with it. But she still wasn’t so sure about the new clothes. Danetta had a strict “no cleavage” policy when it came to the workplace. But she had listened to Ryla and ignored her best judgment; now she was being ogled and stared at like she was a work-on-your-back kind of girl. She rushed to her office and dialed Ryla’s number. As the phone rang, she noticed the single red rose in the crystal vase that had been placed on her desk. She shook her head as she frowned at the rose that Marshall sent to her. He gave her a single red rose every February 13th. Years ago, she had asked him to stop sending her that single red rose the day before Valentine’s Day because it only served to remind her that she didn’t have anyone special in her life. No one had ever sent her the full dozen on the most romantic day of the year. Marshall had assured her that someone would come along and outshine his single red rose, but until they did, he would continue letting her know that she was cherished.