It was Horace from the AMO Community. His eyes lit up when he saw Rosalind.
“Cure-Master Martinez, I finally found you.” Horace’s forehead was beaded with sweat. “Mr. Louis and the others have been asking me these past two days where you went and why you weren’t at the square for consultations yesterday.”
They were all retired officials; he couldn’t afford to offend any of them.
Especially since many of them were decorated veterans.
When his old boss asked, he had to find her.
Rosalind handed him a tissue. “I’ll be staying here with my grandmother for a while to help her get the clinic running again. I won’t be going to the square anymore.”
Horace let out a small “ah,” and more sweat appeared on his forehead. “You know, Mr. Louis’s health, and Wilma’s heart condition, they both…”
With others present, Horace couldn’t just say they all needed her there to keep them stable.
His expression was strained.
Rosalind smiled, her tone light. “I was planning to go back to the compound to let everyone know anyway. Since you’re here, Horace, could you please tell Mr. Louis and the others that if they’re not feeling well, they’re all welcome to come here for a consultation? Help me drum up some business.”
If Rosalind hadn’t added that last part, Horace wouldn’t have known how to report back.
But now, hearing the phrase “drum up some business,” Horace knew exactly what to do. Those old leaders were dying for a chance to give her money.
When she lived in the community, she had insisted they were neighbors, so she didn’t charge for consultations.
They had wanted to help her but had no way to do so.
They offered to help her transfer schools, but she said she didn’t like school.
They offered to use their connections to get her a job at a hospital, but she said she was too lazy to wake up early.
Now, finally, they had a legitimate reason.

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