Chapter 442 Preparing a Present

Claire sat at her desk in the office, her chin resting on her hand as she stared blankly at her computer screen. She wasn't really working-her mind was preoccupied with an entirely different dilemma: Adrian Saint Laurent's upcoming birthday. Adrian practically had everything, so the idea of buying him a material gift felt daunting. What could she possibly get him that would feel meaningful rather than generic? Just as she sighed and leaned back in her chair, the door to her office flew open without a knock. She didn't even have to look to know who it was.

"Matthew," she said dryly, rolling her eyes as he sauntered in like he owned the place. "Ever heard of knocking?"

"Knocking is for people who aren't best friends with the boss," Matthew quipped, dropping into the chair across from her desk. He smirked, clearly amused by her less-than-enthused expression. "What's with the face? Deep in thought about work, or is this about Adrian Saint Laurent's big birthday bash?"

Claire arched an eyebrow at him. "What are you doing here? I thought you decided to actually take it easy for once and stay home."

Matthew waved her off. "Please. You know I'd rather be here pestering you than sitting at home binge-watching TV. Besides, I missed you. Don't pretend you don't love my company."

Claire snorted. "Love is a strong word. Tolerate is more accurate."

Matthew grinned, leaning forward. "So, come on. Spill. What's got you all pensive and serious? Birthday gift anxiety?"

Claire groaned, running a hand through her hair. "Yes, okay? Adrian's birthday is in five days, and I have no idea what to get him. The man has everything, Matthew. If I buy him some luxury item, it's just going to feel... empty. I want it to mean something." Matthew rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then leaned back in his chair with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I've got it," he said dramatically. "Get him a giant life-size portrait of yourself. Gold frame, Renaissance-style. Something he can hang in his study so he's reminded every day how lucky he is to have you."

Claire stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. "A life-size portrait? Really? That's the best you've got?"

Matthew shrugged, feigning seriousness. "Hey, it's unique. And unforgettable. Plus, it'll be a great conversation starter for when his friends come over. 'Oh, Adrian, what's this?' 'Why, it's my lovely girlfriend immortalized in oil paint."

her head, still laughing. "Yeah, I think

leaned forward again, this time with a more sincere expression. "Okay, seriously. If you want to give him something meaningful, think about what makes your relationship with Adrian special. What's something that's uniquely yours? A memory, an inside joke, something that only the two of you would get?" Claire tilted her head, considering his words. "You mean something

to remind him why he fell

really good advice, Matthew. Who knew you were

said

"Adrian's told me before that he loves

together." Matthew nodded, clearly impressed. "Now that's a good idea. You could fill it with little notes, photos, mementos. All the mushy stuff that guys like Adrian secretly love but will never admit." Claire laughed. "Exactly. It's thoughtful, and it shows I put effort into it. And I've got

a satisfied smile. "Crisis averted.

gave him a grateful look. "Thanks, Matthew. For the advice

at cutting and gluing. I was the king of arts and crafts in second

up his hands in mock surrender. "But don't

a renewed sense of purpose. She still had a lot to do, but at least now she

days, Claire threw herself into the project. She decided to create a custom memory

had a story behind it a moment that

offered his help. He spent an afternoon in her

crooked," he said, holding up a piece of paper with

Matthew," Claire said, snatching

is key. Adrian Saint Laurent

is overrated," Claire shot back, rolling her eyes.

Matthew was genuinely helpful, and by the end of the day, the memory box was starting to

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