After hour

'It's here again' he thought to himself. Staring down at the black little box on the floor.
He stood at the entrance to his office, squatting down he picked up the gift. Like clock work the gift was placed at the entrance to his office. Every year from the day he turned
29, he had been receiving a gift on the 25th of May , his birthday.
Now he was 37. Eight years and it still continued.
Maybe that was the reason he started caring.

A flash of warmth passed his clear eyes, as he held and regarded the gift with gentle hands. From surprise to suspicion, suspicion to curiosity,and finally from curiosity to confusion.
He had come to appreciate these little gifts.
Taking care of a multi-billion dollar company was not easy and even more so time consuming, so while he could not even think of himself, who thought of him?