Ray turns in my resignation the next day along with hers. It is no surprise when an hour later, both letters return in the mail box, each stamped with the word, "DECLINED."
It does nothing to influence my decision on not returning, but Ray does. I don't hold it against her. She needs it, and it'd be silly to throw away a job at Winchester Global because of a squabble she knows nothing about anyway.
It begins with flowers.
Every morning I walk out the house to jog through the streets, I see a fresh bouquet of flowers at my door. There are always notes in each, and I don't need to open them to know who it's from.
I make it my duty to toss it unceremoniously in the trash on my way out.
When Mr. Winchester sees that sending me flowers won't cut it, he starts dumping gift boxes by my door.
