6 Your son

Upon closing the door, she was greeted by people passing by the hallway. She was rather stunned by the sight of people that seem to have a full hand, lively it was. Rose was comforted to see heads and saw them as accompany, she leaned her back against the door and almost crouched "At least now I'm not alone in this building" she pressed her hands to her chest and swayed her hair behind her ears.

Rose exhaled and poised herself. Puffing her breast out emanating a high-class woman, the people she walked past looked at her with astonishment "I'd tap that" a man murmurs behind her back followed by men chuckling.

The noises did not faze Rose nor was she offended, she took their words as a compliment to flatter herself instead though her face showed no signs of flattery and looked rather neutral.

She continued her way to the elevator, there were fewer employees in the area now, but it seems like they were following her to the elevator, 𝘕𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 b𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦. She kept herself collected. However, as she steps foot into the elevator, four men came rushing to get in first. Rose felt uncomfortable around them, they were behind her. Although it is not crowded, Rose felt she is being squeezed into a corner. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦, 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦? Rose suddenly felt all the airy sensation on her exposed legs and pulled down her skirt a little.

The maximum of the elevator that could carry is around nine people, but there are only five of them inside. It is rather disturbing for people to come close to another stranger when there is a wide space unless they plan to do something, Rose gathered her thoughts and kept aware of her surroundings. The space left Rose feeling cramped.

She sensed one of them swiftly brushed his knee between her legs near her buttocks, the rough fabric of the slacks they wore were undoubtedly rubbing against her. 𝘜𝘩? 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘺? She was in disbelief. And before any of them could even reach Rose's buttocks, she looked back at them aggressively.

"Please make use of your hands for your job, instead of grabbing anymore than what you've done" she tilted her head with a smile and pointed her finger to the corner of the elevator. Their heads turned to look up, a camera blinked red.

"I'm pretty sure Mr. Anderson would not be pleased to know his employees harassed his visitor, yes?" Rose held her position and smiled even widely.

Their faces were about to burst red either with anger or embarrassment or fear to lose their job, Rose could not care less. And at the right time, the door opened. One of them stormed off as soon as the elevator opened, one followed another, they went off with their head down low "tsk." one clicked his tongue and glared at her before leaving. Rose stepped out last and out of the building.

The sun was high and her hair glowed earl wheat under the sunlight. She was on her way back to the hospital when a smell of cinnamon swift by and the pastry croissant seduced her nose, she realized her stomach will soon growl. Though she told Mr. Anderson that she has eaten, it was nothing but a white lie, he was in no position to be worrying about her, after all, he is her patient.

She stopped to enter in a nearby cafe and had a thing to bite. Then came to recall what Mr. Anderson said. Rose reviewed before his information very well, and there was one thing that just could not fit well to his story. Now she came to believe what he had told, following by the evidence of seeing his late wife with her own eyes.

She was confused, was the information lying to her or Mr. Anderson? Rose finished her lunch quickly and rushed to the hospital upon stumbling to that thought. She headed to her office and closed shut the glass door. She is already weary just by looking at the piled-up papers on her unorganized desk. She was overwhelmed by the confusion of which speaks the truth, she gathered up all the files about her patient and sat to her chair. And at last, her eyes secured on the paper "Stephen Anderson".

Upon flipping the page to find answers, she was distraught to find no information about his son. Though it stated that he recently lost his wife that caused his sleepless night, there was nothing mentioned about his son missing or dead.

From all the small details Mr. Anderson said and Rose's observation of him, she then confirmed the diagnosis she had in her mind. Rose rested the file on her face as she slouched to her seat. She took her phone out and searched through her contacts Mr. Anderson's number and opened to the previous conversation they had.

[Mr. Stephen Anderson

Greetings Dr. O'Quinn, this is Stephen Anderson. I'd like to have an appointment on a Thursday, same time, are you available that day?

Hi Mr. Anderson, Yes I am available. I'll see you Thursday morning around 11 maybe. I have another appointment at 4 that day.

Thank you Dr. O' Quinn. See you tomorrow then.

-Today-

Mr. Anderson, May I ask a question?]

Rose sat picking her lip's skin waiting for his immediate reply. But has not replied for fifteen minutes now. Ah he must still be resting then? She dropped her phone inside her bag and proceeded with work. She ended around six in the afternoon, she still had not received a notification reply from Mr. Anderson. Just as she was about to put her phone down and clean her desk, her phone lit up and a message flashed

[Mr. Stephen Anderson

Greetings Dr. O'Quinn, this is Stephen Anderson. I'd like to have an appointment on a Thursday, same time, are you available that day?

Hi Mr. Anderson, Yes I am available. I'll see you Thursday morning around 11 maybe. I have another appointment at 4 that day.

Thank you Dr. O' Quinn. See you tomorrow then.

-Today-

Mr. Anderson, May I ask a question?

Of course, ask away doctor.]

Rose did not hesitate to reply immediately before he could even turn his phone off, and sent the message to him.

[Mr. Stephen Anderson

Greetings Dr. O'Quinn, this is Stephen Anderson. I'd like to have an appointment on a Thursday, same time, are you available that day?

Hi Mr. Anderson, Yes I am available. I'll see you Thursday morning around 11 maybe. I have another appointment at 4 that day.

Thank you Dr. O' Quinn. See you tomorrow then.]

-Today-

Mr. Anderson, May I ask a question?

Of course, ask away doctor.

Do you really have a son?]