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Otterly smiled sweelty at Jay's last words. "Of course you are Mr. Soren. Thats why you are locked in here against your will." Otterly's sarcasm went almost undetected, a give away sign that english was not her maternal language as she still failed with the tonations of a sarcastic sentence. Otterly curled her neatly trimmed nails around the ceil of the gold star packaging and pulled a fresh strip of shimmery gold stars out. With great control and delecacy she softly peeled one of the stars up, careful not to bend any of its five points. Suddenly in complete contradiction to her previous movements she now snatched the drawing from Jays grip with her other hand. The crackle of tearing paper echoing throughout the room. Her eyes met with Jays for a moment, and without breaking her expression she stamped the gold star over the drawing.
"This is what you are doing. Covering something of beauty with your 'smileys' ." Otterly took care to highlight each sound as she spoke. Stressing on the words 'you' and 'your'. She pressed her thumb over the star sticking it firmly in place and placed the drawing and the gold stars inside Jay's file. As she closed the cardboard holder she spoke firmly. Her voice emotionless and lacking any sign of sympathy. "For every smiley the nurses find from this day forward, i will place a Gold star on Morta. If they finish by covering her. She will dissappear." Otterly slid the file back into the desk draw and returned to her neutral pose, hands folded over her desk. "In both the symbolic and actual sense Mr.Soren."
Otterly now stood. She towered victoriously over the boy sat before her desk. Looking down at him like some unwanted disease. Then slid from behind her desk and to the door. Unlocked it and held it open for him to leave the pulsing blue veins on her hand catching the sunlight and sending grotesque shadows across her skin.
"Have I made myself clear?"