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Third Person
Karey exhales loudly noticing yet another fresh batch of flowers resting radiantly on top of her desk. The bright red roses a stark contrast to the drabness enveloping the room. The culprit of the vomit-inducing gesture instantly registering in her mind.
Looking up from his work, Trevor sets down the red pen, the paper he’d been grading long forgotten. He found these moments titillating. Watching Karey’s face awash with abhorrence at their benefactor’s romantic gestures, rib-racking.
“You made quite an impression on the gentleman, if I do say so myself Karey. No one’s ever gratified the guy till you swooped in and
