The first gift appears in my desk drawer on the first of December. I come in to work at nine AM as usual, and open the drawer to take out my pen and stack of sticky notes to take down Lance’s messages on, and there it is, a small, square parcel wrapped in shiny gold paper with a red bow. There’s no card.
Shannon from human resources chooses this precise moment to come in from the lift. ‘Morning, Keenan.’ She looks down at the parcel. ‘Who’s that from, then?’
‘No idea,’ I tell her, and it’s alm