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Sam glared at the email on her screen. Another person telling her they couldn’t get her the plant she needed for her research. At least this one had the excuse of having blight kill his plants.
That didn’t make it better. She needed that orchid.
She heard the door open and spun around to see another one of her fellow researchers, Pamela Isely, standing in the door holding a wrapped plant.
“Thought you might like this.”
The plant was set down and unwrapped. It was the orchid she needed.
“How can I ever repay you?”
“Perhaps a date on Saturday?”