The red rose was waiting in a vase on her desk when she walked into work. It was Secretary's Day, and her boss had always treated her well, especially when it came time to thank her for her work at the office. The rose still had water droplets on its delicate petals, rolling down slowly toward the innards of the flower. "It was so beautiful," she thought to herself, the way the light overhead shone on it. The petals seemed iridescent, changing colors as you looked at them from different angles...but the main color was a bright red, with a lighter pink showing through. If you looked hard enough, you could almost see vein like lines through the inner petals. Sally loved the rose, and the white vase it was in.
Her boss, a young hotshot Ivy league grad, with dark hair and blue eyes, walked in shortly after eight-thirty. His full name was William George Habershom, but everyone in the office called him George. He was a friendly person, always chatting with someone. Sally had liked him immediately, willingly typing his reports and making his copies. She, like most of the secretaries, had speculated whether or not he had a girlfriend. It seemed she didn't exist. Occasionally, females called for him, and she willingly transferred their phone calls to him, but most of them were work related. These days, the bosses were more likely to be female. The minute he walked in, she was all smiles. She knew that he had ordered the flowers delivered, but she knew that he still treated her a little better than the average secretary.
