"What is this?!"
Annie's furious voice pierced the quiet of the room, followed by a crumpled receipt flying through the air, smacking Duncan squarely in the face.
Duncan barely flinched. He calmly set his glass of wine on the desk and unfolded the crinkled paper with deliberate ease. His eyes skimmed the contents before a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Don't you know how to read? It says flowers," he said with oozing nonchalance.
"Are you stupid?" Annie spat in a trembling voice, barely containing her rage. "I'm not asking you to read it to me, Duncan. I'm asking why you have this. Who did you buy these flowers for?" Her words hit like a whip, sharp and unforgiving.
Duncan leaned back in his chair, his expression annoyingly casual, almost amused. "So, what? Are you digging through the trash now? That receipt was thrown away for a reason," he said dismissively, attempting to steer the conversation away.
