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The Parallel World
By D. M. Henry
Abbott Press
Copyright © 2012 D. M. Henry
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4582-0213-0
Chapter One
Rain was pouring down unrelentingly in waves across the half empty parking lot diminishing any light reflecting from the grey light poles. A cold and heavy wind was forcing the rain to fall diagonally hitting Alex in the face as she ran to her car. Alex inserted the key in the car door, and quickly threw her gym bag in the passenger seat before collapsing in the driver's seat. She rested her head on the headrest and slowly wiped her face with the back of her wet hands. A sarcastic smile appeared on Alex's face. She had to admit that the weather fit her mood perfectly.
Alex turned left out of her gym's parking garage and headed home. She turned the radio on to her favorite evening talk show and decided to turn the volume up high. She only lived fifteen minutes away, but wanted to listen to the program especially tonight seeing how the topic centered on single career women. Alex was a practicing paralegal at one of the nation's top law firms, but found herself, after four years, of not only thinking about the next phase in her career, but also her life. She didn't want to give the wrong impression to anyone. She loved her profession and working at the law firm, but she also wanted to learn and grow professionally as a paralegal and in her personal life.
Alex had to admit that it would be better if she broadened her knowledge and skills by expanding into other fields of the law. She just didn't know how to go about it. Should she go back to school for a masters in law? Alex had a pile of admission's brochures for the law schools in and around the Baltimore area, but wasn't sure if law school was the answer. She also kept toying with the idea of talking to her paralegal manager about the possibilities of progressing in the firm. Who knows, maybe she should even look at becoming a paralegal manager. The only problem was that this solution would take her away from her current law firm. Alex stopped at a red light and turned the blinker on.
If there was one thing for sure Alex knew that her real present obstacle in life was figuring out what she, a twenty-five year old single career woman, wanted to do for at least the next five years. She had always admired people that knew what they wanted to do early in life and wondered why she hadn't joined the club. How could it be so easy for them? Alex turned right at the corner and stopped in front of the Chinese food take out restaurant. She stepped out, happy that the rain had stopped, and walked inside. Alex had known that the food was ready seeing how she had called the order in just before beginning her exercise class at the gym.
The worker behind the counter knew Alex, which showed how often she ordered from them. This gave Alex the advantage of calling in orders and being able to set a pick-up time; something that she did often. Alex paid for the appetizers and two meals before walking out and climbing back into her car. Her best friend was coming over in an hour for dinner and Alex wanted to be there beforehand to freshen up and change into lounge clothes. Alex was beginning to become impatient about her current lifestyle, but was careful not to show it on the outside, not even to her friends. She knew that they wouldn't understand her and view her words as empty complaints.
Alex walked into her apartment after a short drive from the Chinese food restaurant, turned the stereo on and moved to the bedroom to freshen up before putting her grey sweats on. The doorbell rang cutting into a caller's question on the radio. Alex swept her hair up and pulled it back into a ponytail. She looked in the mirror and immediately felt more relaxed and comfortable. She sauntered towards the front door and found a smiling Melanie looking back at her.
Mel walked through the door and gave Alex a bear hug. "Hey sweetie, look what I have for dessert." She opened the bag she was carrying and Alex peered in to find Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia and Triple Caramel Chunk ice cream snuggled neatly in the bag.
Alex smiled. "You know just how to make a girl happy. Come on in. The food is getting cold. I ordered your favorite and no I didn't forget the chop sticks this time."
The two friends sat down on the couch with Mel immediately turning the television on. They fixed their plates each taking an egg roll along with the main course and then settled in to watch Grey's Anatomy. They had both moved onto the ice cream half way into the program with Alex picking up the Cherry Garcia and Mel going for the Triple Caramel Chunk. They waited for the end of Grey's Anatomy before daring to say anything. Neither wanted to miss a second of Mr. McDreamy. Alex walked into the kitchen to pick out a bottle of wine. She didn't dare drink alone, but used every opportunity to rob her wine rack when company was over.
She picked out a French red wine and returned to the living room with the bottle and two wine glasses. Alex filled the glasses and the girls made a quick toast before enjoying the first sips from a new bottle. Alex looked at Mel watching television. If she could talk with anyone, then it should be Mel. They had become friends back in middle school and had been inseparable ever since. There was only one thing between them and that was money. Mel came from a middle class family. Alex knew that Mel had a good family upbringing and knew Mel's family quite well. They were her second family. Mel was fortunate and given many things to help her grow into a well rounded person, but her parents weren't rich and therefore had to make sacrifices of their own to give Mel and Mel's brother and sister opportunities.
Mel was compassionate and sympathetic about many things that Alex thought were important, but she was doubtful that Mel would feel the same when it came to Alex's chances and money situation. Mel felt that she was being stared at and turned towards Alex only to find Alex staring back at her over a half empty wine glass.
"Are you okay?"
Alex contemplated her answer. If she answered yes, then she would have to be prepared for Mel's response and maybe she wasn't ready for whatever Mel was going to say in reply. She could only hope that it was compassionate and understanding. She also wouldn't mind an answer.
Alex took a sip of her wine before responding. "I'm tired, Mel."
"What?" said Mel as she flipped through the television channels. It seemed as if the networks were playing a joke on her by showing programs only others could be interested in. "Why is it that there's never anything on TV?" Mel said.
"Because you're too much of a snob to like anything that comes on anyway. Did you hear me? I told you that I'm tired!"
"Tired? What do you mean?" Mel asked.
"I mean that I'm tired of my life. I'm tired of a monotonous sixty hour work week. I'm tired of being underpaid and overworked. I'm tired of not being appreciated for the work that I do. I'm tired of not being able to use my brains. And I'm tired of being single and childless!"
"Humph, sounds like you have a problem there," Mel joked. "Meanwhile, is it weird that I'm finding National Geographic more exciting than CBS?" Mel asked.
"Come on, Mel," Alex said. "I'm serious here."
"Okay, then ..." Mel said. "What do you want?"
"That's the problem," Alex confessed. "I want everything ..." Alex stood up and walked over to the window looking out onto a Baltimore City street. It was night time, but the stars were impossible to see through the haze of city lights and tall dingy buildings. "For starters, I want a job where I can exercise my talents and knowledge and get paid for my worth. I want financial stability. I want to be able to buy something without checking the account balance first. I want to find a nice, gorgeous man that wants more than a one night stand or casual sex. I want to settle down one day, and actually be happy. Not just say that I'm happy, but actually feel happy and be content," Alex said looking dreamily out the window.
"Sounds peachy to me, but let's look at the bright side of things." Mel smiled. "Look, you have a paralegal job at the number one law firm in Maryland. May I also add that it's one of the largest and in the top ten nationwide? You have a beautiful apartment located on Charles Street and I don't think that your salary is that bad. I think that you're just bored and over exaggerating things. Oh, and can I add one more thing – your grandmother was also a founding partner in the law firm that you're working at!" Mel said with a roll of the eyes.
Alex looked over at Mel, but quickly returned to looking down below at the cars passing by. She forced back the urge to cry. Alex took a breath before speaking again. "You're right. Many people would love to stand in my shoes right now, but I want more challenges in my life. I'm currently working on condom in the hamburger and false claim cases. Call me a snob, but I've lost the purpose with these cases. I didn't obtain degrees just to process subpoenas. I need to find a purpose. Feel like I'm working on something that matters. And as for the money, I can always be paid more," Alex said. "Does it hurt to want more?" Alex said as she turned around. "By the way, I am completely independent, including financially, from my parents," Alex said. "It's the only way that I would take the job at the firm."
"Well," Mel sighed. "I see people at the library every day in worse situations than us. Look, every day I see kids where the library is their safe haven, a place where they can dream of a better life. So, forgive me for not joining in on the parade of tears. If you want to do something else, then look for something else – you have the smarts, the means, and you're not bad looking." Mel smiled.
"Maybe you're right. I feel lost. I need to find my own way. I just don't know what I can do or even where I can do it. All I know is that I want a normal life. I want to be taken seriously. I want to be liked and loved for who I am and not treated differently because I'm a Cayhill. Basically, I want to create my own milestones and rise up the ladder based on my hard work, because I deserve it." Alex shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "What my family has done shouldn't affect my life right? I own my life and I should be able to dictate how I want to live it."
Mel stood up slowly, walked towards Alex and gave her a bear hug. "You'll find it, Alex. Just remember that you have options. Do what will make you happy, not your family and definitely not for anyone else," Mel said.
Chapter Two
At six fourteen on Tuesday morning, the African sun was bathing the plains with its glorious rays. The bare trees stretched out across the orange red sky while the animals grazed contentedly on their breakfast in the distance, their shadows the only shade for miles around. Mothers were already outside, embers burning ready for breakfast. Kilambèa was ready for a new day, a day filled with more choices to make and opportunities to seize. General Kimbala stood in his balcony door looking out across his land, breathing in the fresh morning air, and mentally recording every inch of the orange red sky.
"Another beautiful day for our homeland," General Kimbala commented to no one in particular.
General Kimbala woke every day at five-o'clock and this day was no exception. His morning routine was his church. He awoke every morning, worked out, took a shower, and completed the first phase of the day by taking in the sunrise while waiting for breakfast.
"Is breakfast ready yet, Simka?" General Kimbala asked his maid turning his back to the sun.
"Yes, sir," replied Simka.
"Then let us proceed to the dining room, Mr. Edwards," General Kimbala said.
Simka began to place an English style breakfast on the table as the gentlemen sat down. Edwards was always amazed during his visits to General Kimbala's residence. He couldn't even get a poached egg at his hotel. This was heaven. He wondered what it would take to receive a personal invite to stay at General Kimbala's residence on his next trip.
"How was your flight yesterday, Mr. Edwards?" General Kimbala asked.
Edwards didn't know where to begin, everything looked delicious. "The trip was the same as usual, General Kimbala, but breakfast at your residence is always the highlight of my trip."
"Well, then maybe you can return for dinner tonight. I am hosting a dinner for the political elite. You are more than welcome to attend." General Kimbala smiled.
This invite sounded better than the dry chicken and bread awaiting Edwards at the hotel. "I would be honored, Sir," Edwards said.
"Good. Now that that's settled, let's eat. I'm famished." The General sighed.
"Tell me, Mr. Edwards, why do I have the pleasure of your company this morning?" General Kimbala smiled at Mr. Edwards. Edwards returned the General's smile fleetingly.
"General Kimbala, I was hoping to evade this subject as long as possible, but the British government has its concerns about some of your government's activities," Edwards stated as he bit into a sausage.
"Which activities are you referring to, Mr. Edwards?" General Kimbala looked dismayed at the comment.
"General Kimbala, my government was hopeful that you would give a new face and clean slate to the Kilambèan Government. We both know that this hope was short lived. Your country is rife with corruption and nepotism ..." Edwards talked quickly.
"I see that we've finished with the cordialities," General Kimbala sighed, wiping his mouth with the expensive red cloth napkin given as a present from the President of France.
"General Kimbala, I wish that I could be visiting under different circumstances, but truth is truth. My government has seen some very disturbing events unfolding in Kilambèa. Tensions are rising among the people. They are restless and want positive changes to come about. You were supposed to change things around in your government and give these people some hope. But, until now, we have seen a mirror version of the previous government, if not worse. We have been informed that the rebels have been gathering and will not wait long for matters to change course. What are you going to do about the situation?" Edwards replied blatantly.
General Kimbala looked over at Edwards and in a stern defiant voice stated, "Mr. Edwards, I understand your government's concerns and that you are a true ally of my government. You must also understand that I have everything under control. The rebels are no threat to me or the current government. You have nothing to fear."
"General Kimbala, if I speak truthfully, then I hope that you have nothing to fear. I'm leaving on tomorrow's flight, but we will keep track of your country's developments. I hope that my next visit is under different circumstances."
Chapter Three
Sanders Cayhill is a prestigious law firm with its main office on Charles Street in Baltimore. The building itself is impressive with thirty floors towering above Charles Street. The inside of the building was not only breath taking, but also intimidating. Opposing counsel hated walking through the corridors of Sanders Cayhill, while the staff was filled with a strong sense of power and invincibility. Alex walked through the large revolving doors into the lobby of the law firm. She walked towards the elevators as the guards greeted her with smiles.
The lobby never ceased to amaze her. The multiple brown colored floor to ceiling Italian white marble, black leather lounging sofas and chairs, beautiful dark green potted plants, and magnificent paintings hanging on each wall showed the wealth and success of Sanders Cayhill. Alex entered the elevator and went to the twelfth floor.
"Crap, where is my badge," Alex mumbled to herself ruffling through her bag.
"It's in there somewhere." Carter walked up behind Alex smiling. "Here, we'll use mine and then you can look for yours in your office," Carter said.
"Good morning, Carter," Alex smiled. "Hey, did you have a good dinner last night?" Alex asked.
"Humph, are you serious? Remember I told you that we were having dinner with my in-laws! They came, we had 'pleasant' conversation meaning dull, and they ate our food, drank our wine, and then left. Boring as usual."
Carter stated. "Sometimes I wonder if Daniel was adopted. He couldn't have come from those two people. I keep studying them every time I have to deal with them in person and I haven't found much to link Daniel to them," Carter stated matter-of-factly.
"Carter, you're too much. Hey, I'm placing my bag in my office and then doing the most important task of the morning. Coming along for the ride?" Alex said mysteriously.
(Continues...)
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