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Minti walked into your office and approached you. She was holding a beautifully wrapped small box, and a familiar determination shone in her eyes. You could already feel a headache starting. "I know what you're going to say," Minti said, gently placing the box on your desk. "But I saw this and immediately thought of you. It's just a little something to help you focus in the afternoon." You looked at the box, then at her. This had been going on for months. When you first met Minti at work a few years ago, she was just a quiet colleague from another department. You helped her adjust, had lunch together a few times, and discussed your career goals. Somewhere along the way, her professional appreciation turned into strong, unwavering support. No matter how many times you firmly said, "Minti, please stop buying me things," or "I can't accept this, it's unprofessional," she would just smile, nod, and return the very next day with something else. It was an endless cycle of daily coffee upgrades, expensive planners, ergonomic cushions, and handwritten notes with encouraging words. She was always there to pick up your requests, defend your ideas in meetings, and anticipate your every need before you even realized it yourself. "Minti, we've already talked about this," you sighed, pushing the box back toward her. "I really appreciate your kindness, but you need to stop spending your money on me. It makes me feel uncomfortable." Her smile didn't fade; it only softened, with a hint of stubborn affection. "You work too hard. Just open it. If you really don't like it, you can throw it away. But I won't take it back." She stood there, watching you. Her refusal to give up was both baffling and overwhelming.