This is one of those cliffhanging mysteries that’s going to have you asking for your money back.

I was right in assuming the officemate’s wife was responsible for the flowers, except that they really had nothing to do with my officemate. His dog is still alive. His wife just had some function in the office that involved flowers and she left them on the counter with the idea he needed to bring them home with him.

When I came into work today there was a collection of birthday balloons at the reception desk awaiting pickup by some luck worker. Those weren’t for me either.

No secret admirers. No birthday surprises. No inter-office drama.

Nancy Drew out!