Why is he such an angel?

During the week, Dexter was doing better. He wasn't as moody as before, thanks to Anne who played her role as an encouraging sister.

He has removed the adhesive bandage on his forehead making his face look as spotless as a baby's own.

As for him and Audrey, they were doing just fine at their place of work. Fortunately, things weren't awkward for them after their kiss. They only became closer.

None of them brought up the topic so they decided to ignore it.

Dexter thought that it was just a simple kiss and nothing more. Besides, he only sees Audrey as a friend. Whereas, Audrey wanted more than that and she's patiently waiting for Dexter to make the next move.

Treasure on the other hand has given up on calling Dexter. She felt she was bothering him so she stopped calling.

However, she was still receiving disturbing text messages from her stalker on her new phone like;

'I love that yellow top you're putting on, guess what little pet? I'm also putting on a yellow top'

'I bet your body will taste better than it did six years ago'

'I might not be touching your skin right now but I will always be inside your head'

Treasure was receiving more texts like this from her stalker and each text message made her cringe and sometimes she burst into tears.

No one knew what Treasure was going through, not even Kim, her brother. She was secretly dying in silence but pretending like she was okay.

..

Moreover, a day didn't pass without Carl telling Anne how he feels about her, either by phone call or if they met by chance. Despite that, Anne was still rejecting Carl politely because she has nothing against him.

She was only scared of falling in love and getting heartbroken again. Carlos really traumatized her.

Each time Carl confesses his feelings to Anne, she gives him the same response like; 'I'm sorry but I don't feel the same way about you, I just want us to be friends and nothing more'.

Those were the words Anne say to Carl so he can leave her alone but deep down, her heart is beginning to accept him. She tries to be tough like she doesn't feel anything for Carl but his smile alone melts her heart. She can't stop thinking about him no matter how hard she tried. It's beyond her power.

Although, Carl has no plans in backing down or giving up his chase for Anne. In fact, he loved the chase. He kept sending her flowers, snacks, gifts, and love letters like they were already in a relationship. Sometimes he brings them to her house himself, sometimes he sends a delivery man.

Carl knows for a fact that Anne loves flowers and he enjoys putting a smile on her face. He still has hopes and high expectations that he and Anne were going to be in a happy relationship soon.

In fact, he has started to think that Anne has a little crush on him because of how she stares into his eyes whenever they were having a conversation, and the way she smiles cutely whenever she sees him says a lot.

****

Presently, it was a Friday morning at Anne's house. Dexter was already dressed and prepared to go to work. He was sitting down on the couch, tying his shoelace, and just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Coming" Dexter yelled, still tying his shoelace.

"Wait, I'll get it" Anne's voice could be heard from inside her room.

She rushed to the door, still in her nightdress and her hair was very messy but she cared less.

Dexter scoffed because he was just about to open the door since he was closer to it. Seeing Anne rushing to get the door, Dexter saw nothing but happiness and a bright smile on Anne's face.

Anyone could've guessed that Anne was expecting to see a trophy waiting for her outside because of how excited she looked.

Anne opened the door and she saw a delivery man standing on her doorstep with a bouquet and a package as usual. She almost rolled her eyes seeing it wasn't Carl that brought them himself. She was expecting him that was why she rushed to get the door. Anne took the flowers and the package from the delivery man and he left.

Dexter observed the disappointed look on his sister's face and he chuckled silently but Anne still heard it anyways.

"You have three seconds to tell me what's funny," Anne said sternly and Dexter laughed

"You should see the look on your face when you saw it wasn't Carl at the door," Dexter said amid his laughter.

"Neh neh neh" Anne mimicked Dexter and rolled her eyes at him.

"C'mon, Carl has been chasing you for so long now, when are you finally going to say yes to him... and it's obvious you like him too," Dexter said.

"You're running late, you should start going to your work. Your face irritates me" She said mockingly.

"Yeah, keep on trying to change the subject," he said in a sarcastic tone.

"Whatever," she said as she opens the package.

"Let's see what Mr. McAlester has to say today" Anne muttered, searching for a note inside the package.

She always looked forward to reading the love notes Carl sends her more than the flowers and the gifts. Those love notes from Carl were so special to Anne. She feels like she's on top of the world whenever she reads the sweet message.

Anne found the note and had a beautiful smile on her face.

'Anastasia, your skin shines like the sun and your eyes glow like the moon, I'm doing just fine but I'm lost thinking about you. I don't know if this made you smile but if it did, please be mine. Yours truly, Carl'

Anne read the note in Carl's voice over and over again in her head, whilst smiling and blushing like an idiot.

"Are there any granola bars for me?... Uh, I mean for you?" Dexter asked, collecting the package from her hands.

'why is he such an angel?' Anne thought to herself, biting her bottom lip.

"Ugh! he's beginning to drive me insane" she groaned softly.

Meanwhile, Dexter was busy smuggling some granola bars into his pants pockets.

"Anne!?!" Dexter called and Anne's head came back from the clouds.

"What now?" She growled.

"Wow! prosecutor Carl also gave you this" Dexter said, giving her a small perfume in a cylinder-like shape from the package.

"Anne, do you have any idea how much that small perfume costs? it's worth thousandths of dollars!!" Dexter said astonishingly.

"Why is it so expensive when it's this small?" Anne said with a puzzled look.

"That's because it's originally from the stone's perfume company. Their perfumes are top notch, they smell so nice and they last long but it's just too expensive." Dexter said.

"Hmm... It seems Carl is trying so hard to impress me..." Anne said with a lovesick smile on her face.

"Gemstone" she slowly read the name of the perfume written on the label. She removed the cover of the perfume and sprayed a little on the air.

"Oh my gosh!!" Anne and Dexter exclaimed in unison as they took a deep breath to perceive the aura of the perfume.

The scent of the perfume was calm, soft, and soothing. It didn't choke at all and it smelled so feminine like the perfume was meant for a Barbie doll. Anyone can tell that it was an expensive perfume. It smelled like royalty.

"I can't wait to wear this" Anne smiled with excitement.

"Speaking of which, I almost forgot that the CEO of this perfume, Mr. Ross, is celebrating his 65th-year-old birthday today. I bet it would be all over social media" Dexter said.

"What??" Anne exclaimed loudly

"...And I haven't started baking the birthday cake yet. Shit! shit! shit!" she kept on cursing.

"Don't worry, the party is tonight not this morning, I'm sure it'll be a piece of cake for you to handle" Dexter chuckled at his puns.

"Hahaha.... make sure you drop my granola bars before you get to work." She said going to her room.

"Sure," Dexter replied, rolling his eyes.

"She thinks she's so smart" he mumbled as soon as Anne had gone inside her room. He dropped only one of the six granola bars that he smuggled in his pockets on the center table and left for his work, smirking like a villain.

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A few hours before Mr. Ross's birthday party, some event handlers could be seen taking care of the interior decoration of the hall which was big and wide enough to accommodate more than a hundred people.

More than enough helium balloons were already set in place. There were beautiful flower wreaths designed on the walls and the exotic chandeliers in the ceiling were blinding, making the hall look flashy to the eyes.

Different cooks were walking through the hall with a tray of different foods and wine. The cooks and the event handlers were wearing a serious expression as they were busy, trying to keep things in other like their jobs depended on it.

Anne who was also present at the hall was already through with the twelve-step vanilla cake. It was plain white with a gold color flower design around it.

The cake looked so beautiful and tasty and it was beyond irresistible for anyone not to have a taste of it.

Anne was humming while cleaning and drying her hands with a paper towel when Mr. Ross approached her.

The birthday celebrant, Mr. Ross no longer had the bandage on his head. He only stayed in the hospital for two days to be medically cleared. Happiness was written all over his face because today was his 65th birthday. The day everyone has been anticipating.

"Wow!, Anastasia, that's such a lovely cake," Mr. Ross complimented.

"Oh" Anne was startled to hear Mr. Ross's voice because she didn't see him coming. Her mind was also on the cake, admiring how beautiful it was. She was praising herself inwardly, for how good the cake was.

"Thanks a lot… Happy birthday Mr. Ross," she said.

"Thank you, Anastasia," Mr. Ross smiled. He used his finger to carefully have a taste of the cake.

Anne wasn't nervous at all when Mr. Ross had a taste of it. She knows she's the best when it comes to baking, so she was a hundred percent sure that Mr. Ross would be impressed.

"Wow!, Anastasia, this is the best cake I've ever tasted in my life. Indeed you're the best at what you do" he said nodding his head.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Ross" Anne smiled. "Uh… by the way, I have something for you," she collected a pie on the table right next to the cake.

"I wanted to give you a little something for your birthday and I googled you liked peach pie a lot…" she said giving him the pie.

Mr. Ross grinned from ear to ear as he collected the pie from Anne.

"I know this isn't enough but..."

"What? This is more than enough!" he interrupted feeling very happy. "When my wife was alive, she used to make this for me every morning before I go to work and this pie smells exactly like hers... it reminds me of the good old days"

Anne felt overjoyed on the inside that she made this man happy even with her small birthday gift. It wasn't a private jet or a mansion, rather, it was something small but he found it special.

"Anastasia, I'm glad and lucky I got to work with you" Mr. Ross added.

"The pleasure is mine, sir." Anne smiled.

..

Anne was about to leave the hotel so she could meet up with the party tonight but she got to the restroom first to ease herself.

"What are you talking about?" A man said on the phone as he barged inside the ladies' restroom.

'That man would be so stupid to barge inside a ladies' restroom,' Anne thought to herself. Luckily for her, she still hasn't come out of the bathroom.

She stayed inside a bit longer, waiting for the man to finish up his call so he can leave for her to leave too.

"...No don't give me any excuses, I want Mr. Ross dead tonight," The man said in a husky tone. He was also trying his best not to shout because of how angry he was.

Anne held her mouth tight with both hands and her eyes widened due to shock at what she has just heard. Her heart started to beat fast because of how paranoid she was. She felt like coming out of the bathroom to confront who the hell wanted Mr. Ross dead because that man was too good to be killed.

She tried as much as possible to remain calm because whoever the man was might kill her once he finds out that he wasn't alone in the restroom.

Although the man had no intentions of entering the ladies restroom. he was in a hurry to answer his call and he entered the ladies' restroom by chance.

"...Yes! I want him dead at his birthday party tonight… that's none of your business CAPICHE?" he groaned.

Anne gasped in fear, still holding her mouth tight but unfortunately for her, the man heard her clearly. He was certain that there was somebody with him in the restroom.

The man immediately ended his call. "Is someone there?" he voiced out to who must've gasped.