Chapter 17. Queasy Stomach

**CHERYL**

Fast forward to a few days later and I am in my office, my fingers tip-tapping against the keyboard, nonstop and relentlessly. Just a little more and I will be done for the day.

“Psst!”

I raised my head at the subtle cat calling and my brows pinched slightly the moment I saw Gwen peeking into my office through the window, grinning from ear to ear. 

She was carrying two gift-wrapped silver boxes tied together with a white satin ribbon and finished with an elaborate bow. My brows knotted more in confusion. Why was she here and not at work?

Rising to my feet, I skirted around my desk and made for the door. Seeing I was coming out to meet her, her face brightened with a mischievous smile.

“What the hell are you doing here, Gwen?” it's nearly noon. Don't you have work to do or something?” I queried her the moment I stepped out the door.

She blinked, momentarily dazzled by my questions before a smirk tipped the corner of her mouth.