In the office on the 46th floor, Eric Sinclair was buried in his paperwork. The moment the office door was pushed open, he quickly looked up. When he saw who was there, his eyes filled with joy. "Sweetie, you're finally here!"
Riley Perry dangled the bag in her hand, walked to his desk, and gave him a bewitching smile. "I bought this for you. See if you like it. If you don't, just give it back."
Eric Sinclair took the bag, pleasantly surprised. "You bought me a present? Of course, I'll like it!" 'This is what I deserve. Why would I refuse!'
He opened the bag and pulled out a long, light gray trench coat. He eagerly stood up and slipped it on.
"It fits perfectly. Not too big, not too small. The color is one of my favorites, too.
When did you buy this? I thought you'd be busy."
"When I was out shopping with my parents," Riley Perry said. "Even though you weren't there, since everyone in the family was getting new clothes, I couldn't leave you out, of course."
