Jay's attractive features darkened further.

"People, I want these flowers thrown out." Jay's tone was sinister.

Suddenly hearing Jay's voice, Rose shot up in shock.

A few handsome-looking men in black suits and sunglasses flooded the room and quickly cleared away the roses fluidly, leaving nothing behind.

Rooted in place, tears threatened to fall from Rose's eyes from how wronged she felt.

Jay stared at her, fuming. "Don't you know some patients could be allergic to flowers?"

Rose opened her mouth but remained silent.

Why was he picking on her? He was well aware her grandfather was not allergic.

"Yes, Sir. I understand. It won't happen again," Rose said, whimpering.

Seeing as he had once again brought her to tears, Jay felt the flames of frustration lick in his chest.

"Who sent them?" he asked coldly.

"A friend," Rose replied.

"Boyfriend?"

nor shook her

being a girl, Josie went through the trouble of cross-dressing

was hardly the

silence as

an outlet for anger, he turned to ask

a cigar and lit it

before exhaling a round puff of

stared dazedly at the man before her. 'Didn't he say

What a liar.

prohibited in hospital rooms, Mr. President." Rose reached out to point at the 'no

He reeked of tobacco when he returned after

Rose could

giving her more room to

get that you might be unhappy, Mr. President, but that's not a valid reason to act

well be the button that controlled his emotions. Whether he was happy

could she call

flowers and gifts, so why can't mine?" Rose tried to reason

replied, "Do other hospital rooms have just as many flowers

against how many flowers

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