A large army of men dressed in black with shades on had red, green, blue, white, black, whatever colour one can think of boxes in their hands, started walking inside the bakery. One by one, the boxes started piling up in a corner. They would drop the box, pile it up neatly, glance at Rose and walk out.“What… is… happening? Who are you?” asked Rose, but her voice was choked in her throat. But no one replied to her. “Seth! What is this?” asked Rose, grabbing his shirt tightly.“I don’t know. They just asked for you, and then I went to call you after I saw the long line of cars waiting outside,” replied Seth.“Long line of cars?” asked Rose, and she ran to the window to get a better look. A long line of black SUVs and luxury sedans was parked outside.“Are you Miss Rose Woolridge?” asked the man who dropped the last box.“Um… who’s asking?” asked Rose.“Yes, if you want to talk, talk to me,” ordered Seth.“Sir! We were given instructions to only hand this letter to Miss Rose Woolridge,”
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