Unwanted No More
Then she picked up the flower, brought it close, and sniffed it.
A soft hum escaped her lips at the pleasant scent.
She slowly placed it back on the table and opened the snack package.
A small smile unknowingly curved on her face on seeing that It was her favorite—yogurt parfait and a burger.
She stood there, staring at them, when her assistant walked in.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I will remove them now,” her assistant said quickly, nervously stepping forward to take the flower and snacks to throw them away.
“Leave them,” Mitchell said calmly, picked up the snacks, walked to her chair, and sat down.