The anonymous sender with the thoughtful package!

The following day was a weekday. Stella was in her office, working earnestly on her laptop, when Peter knocked on the door and entered.

He was carrying a small package in his hands.

"Good day, ma'am!" He greeted her, curtly and she looked up, reluctantly. When she saw the package in his hands, she hissed.

She knew what it was.

She was already having a rough day and the last thing she needed was for someone to stress her with one silly stuff, described as a surprise.

"It is that time of the day, again, huh?" She inquired, and checked her wrist watch.

It was 1pm. That was the exact time, the anonymous sender always sent in a package for her.

The package usually consisted of a note, whose content was simply to check up on her, how she was doing, and to urge her to take it easy on herself, with a box of her favorite chocolate.

That had been going on for some months and the unknown sender had decided to remain anonymous.

It was becoming unexciting to her.

"Throw it out! I'm not interested in reading any silly stuff, today." She announced.

Peter was taken aback.

"Why? I mean, you use to open it. You said you like reading the poems that the sender uses to compose for you. You said they're intriguing! You said they make you feel calm and at ease!" He protested wildly. He, obviously, didn't want her to throw it out without checking it.

Stella looked at him like he had grown two heads.

"What is wrong with you, Peter? Why are you being so concerned about something that is totally none of your business? Do you perhaps know the anonymous sender because you are being so protective of that person's cause?" Stella asked him, frustratedly.

Peter's eyes widened. He swallowed hard before clearing his throat to produce a response.

"Of course, not! How would I know an anonymous sender who has never revealed himself to anybody? He uses the postal service to send this in, everyday. I can't know. I'm just looking out for you. You like reading the poems and you said the chocolates are really tasty." He reminded her.

Stella scoffed.

"Hun! Well, I don't want to read it today. I'm not in the mood for any hide and seek." She maintained.

Peter's face fell.

"Well, I suggest you check it first to at least see whatwhat' is inside the package. What if it's something different? What if it's something that will be of benefit to you? What if the person has decided to reveal him/herself? Don't you want to know the sender, anymore? You have been saying you want to know the person." He stated, persuasively.

"And more so, you've been working non stop today, I'm afraid you will break down if you don't take a break." He added, calmly.

Stella sighed deeply.

"Urgh! I have such a stubborn but caring PA! Okay, open it, let us see what is inside, today." She stopped working and agreed. Peter's face lit up with happiness.

He took a seat before her and placed the package on her table, then began to unwrap it.

There were two notes inside the package, and a fancy chocolate box. One note containing a written poem, and the other one contained something else.

He gave her an 'I told you so' look and handed them over to her.

Stella collected them and firstly read the other note. That one contained all the information she and her creative team couldn't get on her company's strong competitor.

"How is this even possible? Who is this person? How did this person get these? How? This is extraordinary!" She exclaimed.

"What is that, ma'am?" Peter asked her.

"This note contained all we have been searching for, about Segs and sons holdings, that seemed to be inexistent. With this, Romolad limited's contract is fully ours. We are so getting that contract!" She informed, excitedly.

A huge smile broke out on his face and he literally jumped up with joy.

"Oh, my God! Yes!!! We're getting the deal. Wow! God bless this anonymous sender. God bless him/her for us. This is so helpful. Can you see now? I told you! Wow!" He jubilated.

Stella chuckled at his excitement.

"Yeah. I know, right! This is fantastic!" She agreed with him, then took the other note and read through it.

It was a poem, as usual. A poem asking her of how her day had been, and celebrating her.

'Lots of love from your loyal secret admirer.' That was what ended the poem.

"My loyal secret admirer? Who could this admirer be? This person must be a very mischievous person for playing this game with me. Anyways, for what the person did today, I'm grateful." Stella admitted.

"The person is indeed your loyal cheerleader, for all he has been doing. Okay, let me go and start preparing the documents we would be sending to our new business partners." Solomon stated and stood up.

"Yeah, please get to that, immediately. Nothing is delaying us, anymore." She informed him, all smiles.

"Yes ma'am! I should definitely go inform others that we have a breakthrough to celebrate." He announced and trotted out of the office, excitedly.

Stella snorted with laughter. She was amused by his display.

When he had gone out of the office, She jumped up from her seat and threw out her arms, in jubilation.

She felt relieved. She had been disturbed over what the unknown admirer had just sorted out for her.

She was so pleased. She was grateful.

She thanked the person over and over again in her mind.

Since there was nothing to worry about, anymore, she decided to unwind.

And to do just that, she knew she needed to call the handsome stranger whose attractive face she couldn't take out of her eyes, even when she closed them.

The intriguing stranger whom she wanted to get to know better.

The $exy stranger whose warmth she craved to bask in.

The stranger whom had unbelievably, stolen her heart.

Sam.