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

Josie went through the trouble of cross-dressing to play

hardly the time to

silence

turned to ask the

him a cigar and lit

long drag before

dazedly at the man before

What a liar.

President." Rose reached out to point at the 'no smoking' sign

He reeked of tobacco when he returned after God knew

sensitive respiratory tract, Rose could not help the

step backward, giving

stared dejectedly at him. "I get that you might be unhappy, Mr. President, but that's not a valid reason to act out

button that controlled his emotions. Whether he was happy or

could she call

patients are allowed to receive flowers and gifts, so why can't

have

no rules against how many flowers patients are allowed to

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