Waiting on the Stars - Chapter Three

“I’m so sorry Isla that I’m late”, apologizes Raiden taking off his jacket in the comfort of the small dining room of the upscale restaurant. “Have you ordered?”

“I already scanned the menu, I’m ordering the usual” quips Isla taking a rather large sip of her drink and in an accusatory tone. “What took you so long? I’ve been waiting hours.”

Feeling slightly annoyed, Raiden looks at her contemplating what to say, “It hasn’t been hours.  I’m only about twenty minutes late.  You usually run late, so I shouldn’t be scolded.”

“Let me tell you about my day.  I had my hair done at Juliet’s Salon and then took the air-pod over to Wynn’s for a manicure.  Look, don’t you love the digital coloring for this season.  I need to get a new set of nano nails, I’ve had these for over a year.  The new ones now will change into four options of colors rather than only two.  They are still a little on the expensive side, but I’m worth it!”

In response, Raiden politely nods his head not entirely convinced that this is where he wants to be while hearing about the flexibility of nail color.  “Sure” Raiden finds himself non-committedly saying out loud.

“Did you have a bad day?” asks Isla crossing her legs so that Raiden will notice her long lines and slightly pouting while stroking his arm “You don’t seem like yourself. Did everything go all right at work? Were you making millions for me or only a million for yourself?”

“I had a good day”, contradicts Raiden contemplating if he should mention seeing Adele again but decides against it.  “I was busy with several meetings.  The Elyson Foundation would like to work with us which we are considering.”

“Is that the same company as the Elyson Resorts?  I loved staying there!  They have such beautiful hotels with so many different amenities. I haven’t been to one lately though.  They started to close down”, reflects Isla feeling the disappointment of not finding a good local spa that compares to the ones provided by the Elyson Resorts.

“Not the same company, but related as part of one of their enterprises", Raiden explains in case anything were to ever come up concerning Adele.   “A distant cousin by marriage of the owner of the Elyson resorts runs the Foundation.   His name is Argon Elyson – Wynn.  His former wife was an Elyson.  He is a widower for a few years now.  She was traveling with the owner’s wife of Elyson Resorts on the hover train that derailed a few years back during the storm.  Argon’s wife and Mr Elyson are second cousins but there is a bit of an age difference. Argon is my age. I knew Argon Wynn as he was known then quite well in college but that was a long time ago.”

“Oh, so they are related.  You could have just said that”, annoyingly replies Isla on hearing too many details at one time liking to remember connections that will serve to her advantage later, “What do you want to do this weekend?”

“I haven’t given it much thought”, exasperated responds Raiden not sure that he wants to commit any more time to her right now. “What are your plans?”

“I would like to go to Oragone Falls” exudes Isla recounting many memories of vacations there as a child “I haven’t been in ages, its so beautiful this time of year too! I don’t think there is any area quite as lovely in the entire Upper Crestwood Region.”

“It has greatly improved since they created the lake areas for a more natural state”, remarks Raiden wondering if there might be a chance that Adele has ever visited this park area too, suddenly hoping that there might be a chance to invite her at some point.

“What are you smiling about?” asks Isla miffed that his focus seems removed from solely herself, “Are you considering going with me this weekend?”

“I don’t know that I’m available right now.  Maybe some other time”, sincerely excuses Raiden not wanting to hurt Isla’s feelings but not wanting to commit any further time to her.

“We definitely have to make plans.  You can’t make any excuses and leave me with my friends while you stay in your office all weekend again”, pouts Isla feeling that he offers more attention to his work than to her.

“Hello, my name is Katie and here is your food”, announces the AI with a tray of delicious looking heat enhanced food and then slowing nodding to each of them, “Can I help you with anything else?  Would you like more to drink?”

“Yes, some strawberry juice would be nice”, replies Isla tossing back her hair to one side and moving her chin up for a view of her long neck, and then smiling up at Raiden providing a better view for him.

“Here you go” offers Katie the AI after filling the glasses from her storage compartment that dispenses drinks for table service.

“Did you see the new lipstick I purchased?  It’s called “Moonlit Glow” from Acculine.  When I touch the corner of my lip, it colors both lips perfectly.  I’m hoping they come out with more colors soon, this is so easy to apply”, shares Isla amazed by the recent advances in cosmetics.

Not paying too much attention to the conversation, Raiden yawns “I think that I may need to call it a night.  It’s been a long day at work.  I’ll drop you off.”

“Okay.  Maybe I’ll call Jayden and see if he wants to go out dancing since you seem too tired to do anything else tonight”, playfully states Isla trying to make Raiden jealous or at least hoping for an offended reaction.

Completely oblivious to her attention agenda, Raiden responds “That sounds like a good idea.  I like Jayden, he’s a good guy.”

Staring him down, Isla swiftly stands up and heads to the door to wait for Raiden to pay with his account and take her home.  He gently swipes his hand at the restaurant emblem embossed at the corner of the table not raising his eyes to look at her.

In the Air-Glider, Isla lays back and relaxes while the vehicle navigates itself to her home.  Raiden checks his schedule for the next day.  There is no conversation until they reach Isla’s home and she offers, “Call me tomorrow.  I’ll let you know our plans for the weekend.”  Raiden compliantly nods not sure if he will make time on his schedule to call or not.  

As the glider starts to move towards his home, Raiden reviews Adele’s resume.  Looking at the information, his heart instinctively leaps and feels a sense of excitement at the possibility of working together again.

Meanwhile, Adele is at home making some hot chocolate and relaxing in her living room.  The floor wallpaper actively moves, creating living scenes of the oceans with whales and dolphins swimming in the floor beneath her.  She changes her selection to an inner forest of redwoods with birds and squirrels moving among the branches with sounds of the wind blowing through the leaves.  After a few more minutes, she changes the scene to one of snowcap mountains with the fresh scent of pine filling the room. At of all the renovations in her new home, this has been the one that has brought the most pleasure.  Her home only offers three different scenes in the living room, but she knows others who have up to fifty different choices throughout their home for each room.

“Vera, please open the memory portal.  Find Raiden Worthington.  2021” requests Adele sighing “I wish they had memory technology then.  Rather than looking at these old photos and videos that although somewhat automated with help from an AI, I could actually see an image of him standing here in my living room.”   Images flash and float in front of her which she can pause to admire before moving onto the next one.  “At least I can see these for now and remember a few of the experiences we had together.” 

“Vera, please open articles. Find Raiden Worthington. 2040-2047”.  Multiple articles and images pass in front of her. Interviews come to life in 3D imagery. Short screen images of ten to thirty seconds offer commercials of longer storage capacities of information. “Hey, isn’t that the woman I saw on the palm of his hand when she called this afternoon?” asks Adele out loud to her pet Labadour resting next to her.

Holding her palm upright and pushing on the reflected image, the article enlarges to nearly four feet tall as she magnifies the picture in the article to have a closer look at the person in the photo.  “That’s Isla Grove! I babysat her when she was a little one and I think that I was a junior in high school.  Wow, she’s grown up to be a very pretty woman.  I wonder what she is doing now.  It seems like she has been dating Raiden this past year or so.  How very disappointing …  I hope they are happy together though.  They look like a beautiful couple together.  Well, at least we can be friends even if the future is already taken for anything serious.”

Resting in the comfy pillows of her sofa, Adele continues to read and look through the different media sources on the life of Raiden Worthington.  “We’ve both gotten older, but his smile has remained the same.  I wish that I had reached out sooner when he was still available.   Who am I kidding?  He probably was dating someone else then too and why would he choose to date me instead"  considers Adele in her thoughts but then unintentionally speaks out loud to her empty home, "It was a nice dream for a moment”.

“Vera, close the memory portal. Turn off the lights. Prepare the temperature to 69 degrees in my bed”, requests Adele ready for a good night sleep, satisfied with the events of the day and excited for the possibilities of tomorrow.

 

 

Waiting on the Stars - Chapter Two

In the lobby, Adele stands in front of the full wall directory wondering where she would like to go next for the rest of the day, not ready to go home before clearing some thoughts from this afternoon.  An image of the entire city is below her feet. On the screen it displays options of restaurants, entertainment, museums, lodging, etc.  She chooses by providing a short wave over the square block titled “restaurants”.  A series of tear drops appear on the virtual map below her shoes.  Adele decides a caramel macchiato is just what she needs to calm her nerves from the interview earlier in the day.

Descending the circular gliding escalator, Raiden notices Adele by the location directory.  He observes her from across the rotunda.  Her hairstyle has changed and she is older, but she is still the same woman he remembers.  She seems to his memory to appear more confident and accomplished now, but maybe not as adventurous. Pondering why he didn’t make more of an effort to get in contact with her earlier in his life, he considers there were so many excuses both real and imaginary. Fearing that she had found someone else or that maybe he hadn’t accomplished enough to impress her or her family, things had been difficult when they had parted ways nearly twenty years before and it was daunting to think that it was possible to start over again.  Their lives had moved in different directions with goals influenced by their circumstances.

As he leaves the escalator, Raiden sees Adele step away from the city directory and head towards the Market Street level exit. Anxiously he observes her, moving behind a guest who is considering a foreign language class that a hologram is offering with 25 percent discount if they sign up today. The guest looks a little surprised at the man standing to her side.  While watching Adele pause for a moment as her suit changes into auto-temp mode, Raiden recommends to the guest “This is a great product, I’ve tried it.  Great conversational programming with virtual narratives.”

As she heads out the door, Raiden follows Adele at a safe distance where he is the least likely to be noticed.  When Adele enters the Primo Café, Raiden quickly moves towards the same location as he contemplates what excuse he will give if caught intentionally following her.

Tapping her lower ear to select a playlist, Adele listens to some of her favorite music while waiting in line for a gourmet coffee and Danish from the vending processor. Standing in the queue six feet from her, he glances at the menu at the vending kiosk. He selects a couple of items while the translucent apparatus audibly gives nutritional value and calorie intake for each selection.

A couple of minutes later, Adele takes her coffee and Danish in hand while heading for a booth meant for just two people.  Raiden slowly approaches where she is sitting engrossed in a crossword displayed on the table in front of her with a virtual keyboard to enter answers.  He finally reaches the table, but it doesn’t appear that Adele has noticed.  Raiden clears his throat, “umm … I personally prefer Suduko.”

She looks up at him and stares for a moment.  Adele feels like she can’t breathe as she senses that all the air has escaped the room.  She can’t bring to the surface her voice, as she perceives that she is not sure it has ever existed. Suddenly Adele audibly hears herself release a guttural “Oh ...", feeling her face burn in embarrassment.

“Do you not like Suduko?” joking asks Raiden surprised at her rather loud response but notices how embarrassed she has become offers “The trivia games are not too bad”.

“I’m not very good at Suduko, but I do like trivia” weakly smiles Adele gathering courage continues, “I don’t know if you remember me.  There really wasn’t a chance to ask you during the interview.”

“Yes, I remember you” slowly replies Raiden shifting to his weight to his back leg for more support, unsure what reaction Adele will have while acknowledging this fact.

“Ms. Daring told me that you don’t like bringing up connections and that I shouldn’t attempt to during my interview, but I’m not sure if knowing you twenty years ago would be a current connection or not” impulsively adds Adele wanting to be honest, “I guess it depends on if you still consider me a friend or not.”

Pausing before speaking, Raiden begins “I think that I will always consider you someone who was special to me at one moment in my life even if things have changed now.”

Looking down at her coffee to contemplate what he just said, Adele genuinely responds “I’m glad that you remember me, you were special to me too a long time ago.”

“I wanted to ask during the interview but didn’t feel the appropriate time was available, did you know that I manage the company?” curiously asks Raiden nervously tracing the edge of his cup with his finger.

"I didn’t know.  Liana knows the HR manager from college and told me to apply for the position” Adele explains while anxiously wondering if it will disqualify her for the position that she needs and would like to have.

“Unexpectedly I saw your name on a list of applicants that came across my desk and requested to interview you to see if you were the same person I met many years ago” confesses Raiden taking a sip of his coffee hoping that it will not appear to be a strange thing to do.

“Really?  I feel complemented that you remembered me, it has been such a long time ago” offers Adele feeling more comfortable with him as their conversation continues.

“Do you still travel much?” asks Raiden wondering if she will truly wants to stay in Kell City. 

“I do when I can afford it”, honestly replies Adele wishing the opportunity came more often than the actual reality of traveling.

“Do you still perform in concerts?” inquires Adele having seasonally looked him up from time to time over the years.

“Yes, occasionally as a ringer when someone else is not available or on vacation.  It’s definitely not consistent”, admits Raiden not realizing until that moment how much he missed performing.

“I'll be honest, I use to find articles about you a few years ago.  You were quite good” compliments Adele rather proud over the years of having known someone who was so talented.

“Well, thank you but that is definitely in the past”, blushes Raiden touched and pleased that she would remember even in her absence.  “I looked up your articles on your travel as well, so I guess we’re even.”

Both smile and nervously sip their coffee as memories flood their thoughts.

“Do you have a family?” asks Adele interrupting her thoughts not sure if she is prepared for the answer now that they have met again.

“I tried marriage for a few years quite a long time ago, but it didn’t work out and we each went our separate ways”, sincerely offers Raiden concerned that this might be an issue for her “I don’t have any children.  What about you?”

“I was married for some time until he decided that he no longer wanted to be married to me and would rather be with someone else”, calmly Adele replies long past the pain of that decision “I have a daughter and a son, but they have their own families now. Time does fly and moves on too.”

At that moment, Raiden’s wrist lights up.  As he holds out his palm a rotating hologram image of an attractive modern woman appears.  “I’m sorry I have to take this call. I forgot that I have a dinner appointment. The selection process is determined by a committee but if it works out, I look forward to working with you.”

As Raiden begins to walk away heading towards the door, Adele speaks loudly “It was good seeing you today.  Maybe we can go for coffee again sometime in the future.”

“Sounds great! Looking forward to it!” blithely promises as he turns away. Wistfully Adele's eyes follow him, as Raiden disappears into the crowd along the moving sidewalk outside.

 

 

 

Waiting on the Stars - Chapter One

The curved shapes of the skyscrapers sparkled as the sun casts its shadow on the smooth glass windows.  As the brisk sounds of traveling air-pods move past their flight zones, Adele wonders what the future might hold in store. She knows that many unexpected yet wanted changes will soon be coming her way.  Tracing her index finger along the outline of a portal station in the distance, Adele can feel her heart race in anticipation of what the next day will hold.

As the doors slowly break their seal of containment, an automated female voice announces, “Adele Elyson, you have arrived at the Union Station portal.  The weather is 65 degrees, cool and breezy.  Would you like information on shopping, stocks, or directions?”

Pausing only for a second, Adele answers “No, thank you Vera.  I’m good for now.”

The automated voice responds, “Shall I assimilate the temperature to your outfit?”

“Yes, that would be helpful” replies Adele feeling the fabric disperse warmth through the climate adjustment fibers of her polyptych suit.  Admiring her choice of the silver and white stream-lined tailored suit that she ordered from the Holo-Mall specifically for her meeting today, she is grateful that the imaging worked well with her projected measurements.

“The poly-wear temp has been adjusted.  Is there any other way I can help you?  Shall I call ahead to Marks Star Travel to announce your arrival?” asks the comforting automated voice resonating within the air-pod.

“Thank you for calling, Vera. I’m fine for today” replies Adele looking forward to the plans for the next few hours.

“Hope you have a nice day” confirms Vera closing the airlock on the doors behind Adele as she steps out onto the arrival platform of the station. A teen boy coasting on his circular board nearly runs into her but smiles and waves as he passes her by.  Just above her drones are delivering products of all different sizes through the shipping entrance in the ceiling of the station.

Glancing at her left palm, she reviews her appointment time in the effervescent images projected onto her hand. Gently swiping with her right index finger, she reviews her notes for the upcoming interview. Checking the mission, purpose statement, and history, she commits these notes to her memory relay inside the lens of her glasses. Adele sighs deeply and focuses on her list of points that she would like to articulate.

Upon arriving at Union Station, Adele swipes her hand in the terminal register and takes the next metro-cell transport to center city where all the major corporations are located.  As advertisements whirl along the trimming of the pod, she notices many familiar companies with which her family has callaborated with in the past.

“Are you enjoying your day?” asks the older woman sitting next to her.  “I love traveling to the city where there is always so much to see and do.  I really want to get a hover board but my grandchildren are not supporting the idea.”

Looking directly at her now, Adele smiles “They look fun don’t they?”

“Yes, I think it would help me get around the senior center where I live.  It's much faster than these mobile walkers.  They have wheels but they don’t float.  I’d much rather float” sadly admits the kind woman attempting to receive some temporary sympathy from Adele.

“Maybe you could get one and just not tell them", jokingly offers Adele imagining how fun that might be.

“Mmmm … I certainly like that idea” giggles the woman throwing her head back in a moment of perspective planning, “My name is Martha Jennings, but you can just call me Jennings like everyone else does.  Maybe one day it will be Woodhouse if he’ll ever wake up from his nap that has been lasting twenty years or so. Tell me, what’s your name?”

“I’m Adele.  It’s nice to meet you, Jennings” introduces Adele excited to make a new friend.

“I’m on way to visit my grandson at Marks Enterprises” explains Jennings “However, I’m meeting my best friend, Alice Hammer at the library.  I like to read to the children and Alice likes to act out all the parts. Afterwards, we are going to do some shopping on my way to my grandson’s office but with your suggestion I’m not going to tell him about the hover board.”

“Okay, it will be our secret” agrees Adele making a pact with her new friend. “Maybe I’ll get one myself and then we can practice together.”

“Are you visiting family in the area? Or do you live here?” inquires Jennings wanting to discover more about the friendly woman sitting next to her.

“I lived here a long time ago and grew up in the area.  Working for my family business, I ended up moving around a lot.  I’m hoping to move back to Kell City if everything goes well in my interview today” offers Adele “I love this area, it feels like home.”

“I hope it works out for you to stay.  I’d like to meet you again.  Honestly, I can be of help if you need anything. I know quite a few people in the city who know a lot of other people too. You seem like a very nice person.  Would you mind giving me your number?  I like to talk, mostly to ramble about nothing because as you can see I’m at that certain age, but if you don’t mind you seem like you would be interesting to talk to”, Jennings smiles offering her wrist to scan.

“Sure, I’d love that!” uncharacteristically agrees Adele feeling as if she has found another soulmate. “Here is my number” placing her wrist next to Jennings as their numbers are confirmed and registered.

“There… I have your number, expect to be hearing from me.  Maybe you can meet me and my best friend, Alice Hammer for tea tomorrow at ten tomorrow at Starcups in Market Square if you’re not busy”.

“That sounds wonderful!” exclaims Adele “I’m looking forward to it!”

“See you tomorrow then!” smiling Jennings take a step from the pod onto the transport platform with Adele following not too far behind “Good luck on your interview today!”

Another woman, whom Adele surmises is Alice Hammer, is waiting on the platform for Jennings.  She is waving both of her arms and jumping up and down trying to gather Jennings attention who is completely and intentionally ignoring her.  Alice breaks out into her “own” dance something between a shuffle and an a few absurd cubic motions while listening to music in her ear pods.  Jennings glances up and slowly shakes her head. She raises her hand in a short wave to acknowledge a greeting while gathering her bags at her sides and then heading towards her best friend.

The optical doors open in rotating motion as Adele enters the lobby of the business conglomerate of Marks Enterprises.   A large digital banner with various slides of upcoming announcements and opportunities available within the complex shines brightly hanging above the information booth in the center of the rotunda.

At the entrance of the Market Square, a curvaceous hologram reaches out to her holding a sculpted bottle speaking alluringly, “Discover the garden of Gentle Whispers”. As Adele quickly moves through the projected image, the essence of lilac, lily, and rose fill the scented air surrounding her.  Another transparent handsome image welcomes her and suggests “improve your health in just three steps” displaying a visual list of simple steps to reach a better lifestyle.  “If it were just that easy”, wistfully Adele comments to herself walking pass the live display.

Reaching the gliding spiral escalator, Adele looks at the gallery above her.  Business leaders contained in clear multi-colored octagon globes cycle across the interior ceiling. The cyclists are suspended on tracks a hundred feet in the air, providing alternate transportation from one level to the next. Adele wonders to herself, “I admire these executives who don’t mind the heights but I’m not sure that I could do that all the time.  But I guess it beats being stuck behind a desk all day.”

Just before reaching Level 17 on the gliding escalator, Adele checks her white wedges for any scuffs or dirt, “These polythene boots were an excellent purchase. They are so comfortable, but maybe I should have bought them in a more practical color.”

A voice softly announces “You have arrived at level 17, Marketing and Trade” as she enters the corridor behind large plexiglass automated doors.  Entering the office chamber, Adele is sprayed by a tangible but elusive enzymatic mist that quickly dissipates. This is followed by a scan of the typical cell-vision for possible infections, substances, or particles that might potentially endanger any person within the facility.  The same voice announces, “Cleared. Adele Elyson has arrived for her appointment at 2:15 pm with Clayton Slay in OS 1722.”

Vibrant blue arrows appear visible in the floor beneath her with each step, giving direction to the waiting room. Finding a comfortable position in the customized shell chair, Adele selects some of her favorite music to listen to.  Although a huge k-pop fan, she chooses the translator mode which will transfer the voices of the vocalists from Korean to English in their original tone and depth but in a language that she can easily understand.  “I really need to study my Korean lessons more, but at least I am understanding some words, if not fluent.”  Reaching deep into her lab bag, Adele takes out a pin for her Ipad. Noticing a violet flower on the table beside her, Adele scans the petal with her pen admiring the blue pigment, transferring and blending into purple shaded ink on her digital notepad. 

Taking a mirror out to check her appearance before the upcoming meeting, Adele after scanning her features, the dual screen highlights that her lips are dry and need another layer of lipstick.  Rolling her eyes, she sighs and applies another layer of Acculine lip cream that supposedly guarantees to last five hours but only consistently manages two when she wears it.

The position for which she is preparing for was recommended by her good friend, Liana, who previously was a mentor but was more like a parent after the passing of her own mom a few years ago from a hover train accident when one of the rails randomly lost power during a storm.  She had hoped that her dad would have some point recognized all of Liana’s romantic qualities but so far after much effort for years had only remained in the friend-zone.

As Adele looked up a woman was stretching out her hand to her, “Hello, my name is Clayton Slay, the marketing manager at Marks Enterprises,” while analytically looking her over from head to toe adds, “Are you Adele Elyson?” Clayton is wearing a mustard short shoulder cape with angular cut-outs at the neckline of her custom fit apparel.

Standing up nervously smoothing her dress, “Yes that’s me, my name is Adele. I have an appointment at 2:15 pm” attempting to keep her balance while smiling confidently through her wide-eyed fear slightly intimidated by the well fashionably accessorized woman in front of her.

“If you follow me, I will take you to Mr. Worthington and Ms. Daring, the Director of Operations, and also the CFO of our company.  It’s a bit unusual that the Director of Operations asked to interview you.  He doesn’t usually take part in the interview process but trusts his colleagues in their choices.  I’m not implying that you will get the job but the circumstances are somewhat peculiar.  Do you know him?” curiously asks Clayton aware that there must be some connection between the two.

“Not that I am aware of” responds Adele wondering why she would be meeting with both directors.  “My friend recommended the position to me.  She went to college with the Human Resources manager.”

While listening Clayton pierces her lips intuitively fearing some competition with this stranger, “Just so you are aware, politics do not play a part in our company.  Competence is valued over connection. Mr. Worthington is a fair boss and discourages any kind of favoritism.”

‘Oh alright, that’s good to know.  I guess it helps that I don’t know anyone in the company” honestly confesses Adele wishing that she had at least done some research on the CEO not just the facts about the business.

“Here we are” Clayton points to an office a few steps in front of her at the end of the hallway.  “Would you like some coffee?  How do you like it?”

“Do you have tea?” asks Adele feeling that coffee might make her even more jittery during the interview. “I like it with three creams and sugars”.

Raising a lip that isn’t entirely noticeable, Clayton replies, "Jeeves will bring it to you in a moment.

Standing in front of the entrance to the corporate office, Adele licks her lips and straightens the edges of her casual dress comparing it to the standards of the other employees in the office.

As the glass door separates in a puzzle like fashion into the hidden alcoves of its storage, Adele’s eyes lock with an old friend whom she knew many years ago. Their eyes meet in greeting even if their expressions do not. A familiar smirk slowly rises with a gentle nod, “Adele Elyson? Are you here for the appointment?”

Caught in thoughts of in-between time, Adele doesn’t verbally respond but calmly moves her head in agreement to the current question confirming her existence not only to those in the room but to herself as well.

“This is Ellie Daring, our CFO for the past fifteen years.  I don’t know if you have met before” introduces Raiden Worthington extending a hand in the direction of the woman standing next to him.  She looks like sheer power dressed in a black form fitting pant suit with a high neck collar with obvious delicately handsewn solo-tech into the fabric.  Adele has seen similar outfits in fashion magazines worn by high-end global models, affordable only for the inconceivably wealthy.

Speaking formally with little warmth in the inflection of her voice, Ellie Daring explains “It’s nice to meet you, Adele.  I don’t normally participate in company interviews, however Mr. Worthington has asked me to join him today to provide a second balanced opinion of your work skills and experience.”

Trying to gain her composure in the unexpected situation, Adele grasps the edge of the conference chair in front of her, “I brought my portfolio of my previous work for you to review”.

“Please sit down” directs Raiden Worthington as he detaches the lowest magnetized button of his stylish indigo jacket “Jeeves has just arrived with your flavored tea.”

The AI butler, smoothly passes the cup of tea filled with cream and sugar to her, “Here is your tea, Ms. Elyson", laying the saucer skillfully on the table and then gracefully turns towards Raiden, "Is there any other way I may be of service, Mr. Worthington?”

“No thank you, Jeeves.  That will be all for now” responds Raiden opening the digital resume that Adele has previously provided during her application. "Lets see ... it looks like you have quite a history of writing marketing ads for social media. What type of writing do you enjoy?”

Wondering if Raiden recognizes her or if is choosing to not remember her in front of his colleague, Adele swallows before speaking, “Umm, I uh ... write articles for social apps, travel, and entertainment.  I particularly enjoy writing about travel or literature.”

Again, Raiden’s eyes intensely match Adele’s concern but without any other conformation of acknowledgment. “I see that you have spent a great deal of time living in different locations this past decade or two. Do you have plans to permanently settle in Kell City or are we only a temporary stop? It looks like your family business, Elyson Resorts, has already taken you to many locations.”

Tilting her head to the side, Ms. Daring seems amused. Detecting a slight sneer in his tone followed by a very formidable look at Ms. Elyson.  This confirms to Ms. Daring that she needs to have very little concern about being replaced in her position.

Folding her hands back and forth, Adele softly answers but wanting to be truthful, “I hope to stay at Kell City for a long time if the circumstances work out to do so.”

Leaning back and stretching as if to inhale the space between them, Raiden replies, “I’m sure your experience has helped you to become a more effective writer.  I see a list of accomplishments and recommendations in your portfolio that you have provided to us.  How dependable are you as an employee?  Do you find yourself being inconsistent or able to complete tasks?  It’s amazing how some can adjust and adapt to so many changes in a short matter of time.”

As the deluge of character questions continue, while taking a sip of her coffee, Ms. Daring raises her eyebrows finding it entertaining that this potential employee is experiencing an interrogation rather than an interview.  She has never seen her boss act his way in the hiring process of a potential employee, only in the deliberation of an acquisition of another business opportunity.

Finally, Raiden turns to Ms. Daring, “Do you have any questions that you would like to ask Ms. Elyson?” closing his notebook at the same time.

Feeling as if the interview may have gone just a minute too long, but also wanting to add to the discussion, Ms. Daring asks, “Why do you want to join Marks Enterprises and not let’s say a successful company like Elyson Resorts that is owned by your family?”

Biting her lip before beginning, Adele decides to be truthful albeit humiliating to confess during an interview, “You’re right Elyson Resorts was successful.  However due to some less than advantageous investments and unguarded spending, our company had to reduce in size and diversify.  The tourism branch is dismembering to shift funds into more marketable products.”

“I suppose this was due to the pandemic in 2042 about five years ago?” inquires Ms. Daring aware that many companies were affected during that time which resulted in the transition and reorganization of the economy.

“Yes partly, but some consequences were already set in place due to poor management and lack of potential planning” frankly responds Adele knowing that her father’s desire to have more than he could afford kept them always finding ways to try and recover from a business inherited from his father.

“Do you think you’ll be able to be content in a lower position, considering the power and opportunities you previously held while working for your own family?” cynically Ms. Daring inquires wondering if she will need to remind Adele of her place within the hierarchy of the employment realm.

“I’m a hard worker and will do my best no matter what position I am given”, honestly responds Adele, fully aware of her own standards by which she judges herself, let alone anyone else.

Rising while he is speaking, Raiden remarks “It was nice to meet you Adele, we will let you know in a few days how the position will be filled.”

Cautiously Adele looks at him to see if there is any recognition that they use to know each other or if he has completely forgotten their friendship twenty years earlier. For a second, she feels as if he remembers as his lip slowly raises into a partial smile, but he quickly looks away gathering his things. 

Adele disappointingly sighs inside her thoughts believing she has been forgotten, “Thank you for your time.  I appreciate you giving me this opportunity.  Hope you have a good day.”

“Yes, we hope you have a good day as well” responds Ms. Daring while Raiden remains stoic and silent beside her.  A second later, he turns to the side cleaning his optic lenses and wiping the corner of his eye acting unaware that Adele is leaving the conference room.

Feeling as if she is missing something, Ms. Daring remarks “Well, she seemed like a nice woman but not very reliable.  She’s moved around too much.”

“Yes, she has been many places and probably forgotten a few people that she has met before” absentmindedly adds Raiden looking out his office window at the panoramic view of Kell City.  “It’s probably very difficult to remember each person that you have known before under different circumstances.”

Ms. Daring moves her eyes from one side of the room to the other not knowing who he is talking too but realizing she is the only one left in the room. She cautiously proceeds, “Did you know her before?”

“Maybe.  I’m not sure how much one “knows” a person just by spending time with them” in a tone slightly sarcastic Raiden replies “I think that I am going to take the rest of the afternoon off. There are some things I need to do.”

He raises his hand as a virtual screen of pages, web sites, graphs, and charts appear before him.  Raiden moves his hand as if to erase an old-fashioned chalk board and the images disappear for a later time to be reviewed again.

Camp Mansfield - Chapter Thirteen

"I'm a gate 12 parked outside by the baggage claim.  The policeman is telling me to move, but if you hurry I won't have to go around the airport again" explains Mariah wondering just how long it really takes someone to find their luggage.   "It's not like it is the first time he has flown.  He is usually the last one to leave after a flight.  The whole airport could be empty and I'm still waiting."

"Maybe he's helping people get their luggage off of the conveyor. I've seen him do that before when our families went to Colorado last spring" suggests Julia appreciating Rush's thoughtfulness with the families with small children and the elderly on their previous flight.

"He needs to move and forget about everyone else" justifies Mariah not wanting to miss of second of potential time spent with the other visitors.

Peering up from  her phone, Julia notices a man in a brown tweed coat coming out of the automatic entrance doors looking around as if he is lost.  He asks the security guard standing next to him a question and profusely nods.  "There he is!"

Mariah immediately honks her horn a few times to get his attention and then decides to just land on the center of her steering wheel until he responds to her location to the annoyance of other unknown passengers lined up on the sidewalk waiting for an upcoming ride from a family member or friend.

Rush quickly steps back and does an sharp turn while waiving to Mariah who completely ignores him.  Julia waves back cupping both of her hands begging him to hurry to their SUV,   Rush loads his large suitcase into the vehicle and takes a seat in the back next to Julia.

Julia whispers "Don't you want to sit up front?"

"No that's okay.  It's safer here when Mariah is in this kind of mood" informs Rush noticing the daggers that Mariah is reflecting in the rearview mirror. "To be honest, I'm kind-of scared of her right now."

"What took you so long?" angrily asks Mariah speaking over her radio that has the volume turned up much loaded than it should be. 

"Why is the radio so loud?" asks Rush "Can you turn it down, I can't hear you very well"..

Julia kindly answers his question acknowledging that Mariah is intentionally ignoring him and rolling her eyes, "Its turned up so she can rehearse her karaoke as she drives to work, at least she gets in lots of practice time even if it doesn't do her any good."

"What songs have you been rehearsing? What songs are you putting on your video blog this week?" inquires Rush knowing that to ease his girlfriend's temper its always good to ask questions about herself.

"This week I'll be performing "Fake Love" by BTS, "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen, "Respect" by Aretha Franklin, "I Me Mine" by the Beatles, and "All I want for Christmas" by my namesake." confidently replies Mariah more than willing to discuss her music with her loyal-by-default groupies.  "I'm live streaming tomorrow at 7 pm if you would like to tune in".

"It looks like this will be an interesting program" politely offers Rush unsure of his girlfriend's true talent but unwilling to contradict her. "How did you choose these particular songs?"

"As you know I'm a great fan of k-pop and BTS is at the top of the charts right now.  Who doesn't know Bohemian Rhapsody, I-Me-Mine, or Respect?  When I sing, you really can't tell any difference" without humility explains Mariah entirely convinced of her innate abilities.

"Yeah that's right" sarcastically replies Julia sinking back into her seat with her arms crossed hoping that she can find her ear plugs before tomorrow's night program that her mother insists that they watch every Sunday night. Out of all the things mechanical that their mother cannot figure out how to use, she ironically has figured out how to save each one of Mariah's programs so they can be watched again and again.

"What do you think of my new Niavri bag?" turning to Rush as Julia hands him her bag "Don't you love the butterflies and flowers on the pink background. The multicolored handle accents it perfecting.  It's to die for!"

"It looks nice" politely replies Rush entirely uninformed on women's fashion or their designers "I hope it is useful to you."

"Do you know each one is hand painted?" genuinely asks Julia believing the conversation to be of the utmost importance to enlighten Rush. "Each one is designed in leather. This one is called the 'Spanish Garden' with the delicate butterflies."

"I like the zipped side pocket for the phone" observes Rush quite impressed that it was designed with practical storage compartments.  "It seems that you are often searching for your lost phone, so that would be pragmatic in keeping track of it."

"Yes, I guess so" agrees Julia not so much impressed with the design but the beauty of the purse.  "You seem to notice things for their usefulness, at least that is something."

"I leave the fashion up to you and your sister.  Fortunately, Mariah sends me a list with photos so that I know what to purchase on each of my trips.  She helps pick my suits for my business trips which I would otherwise have worn only the same favorites until I met her" explains Rush in repeating his own rationale for choosing Mariah over Julia only a few short years ago  "She suits the kind of wife I need in my industry.  Someone who is aware of fashion and can represent my  company and also myself well without much cajoling effort.  You're sister never asks my opinion on fashion or much else, she only requires that I compliment her."

"We have some new guests in town, I think you might remember them" offers Julia "I think you might remember them, Mary and Henry Crawford."

At the mention of their names, Rush feels a pang of insecurity but quickly recovers "Yes, I remember them.  We worked at camp together many years ago. Mary was quite beautiful from what I recall.  Henry seemed to be the leader of everything.  He was quite charming and all the girls seemed to follow him around. How long are they in town for?"

Suddenly interested in the conversation in the back seat, Mariah jumps in "They're staying for a year.  They've rented my parents retirement home just a mile up the road from camp.  We'll get to see the Crawfords all the time".

At this Rush licks and bites his lips as if contemplating a tough decision, "Have you seen them yet?"

"Last night they came over to the house.  Tom and Ted are in town too for awhile.  Ted is consulting with DHQ and Tom is working on a PR project with his team.  Oh yes, and Faith was there too.  She hasn't changed much since you saw her a year ago, still the same" continues Mariah "Henry is so handsome now too!"

"He looks like a model on a magazine!" Julia barges into the conversation "I could barely breathe when I saw him."

"What about Mary? How did she seem to you? Is she doing well?" carefully asks Rush not entirely sure he wants to hear the answer.

"Of course, how could Mary look anything else but stunning" offers Julia a little envious but aware that she will never reach that level of perfection.  "She a professor at the university but is taking a sabbatical this year to work on her second thesis. I wish that I were half as smart and beautiful as she is."

"What did you think of Mary when she was younger?" curiously asks Julia "Was she as pretty and fashionable then?  You were a little older than me, so I know how I felt from my perspective."

"Yes, she was quite attractive.  She always seems to have a string of boys following her around including myself for awhile.  But she is a tease.  She's broke many hearts along the way I am sure" signing states Rush recalling too many nights of following her around the campgrounds all day in hopes that she would sit next to him during the late night staff snacks, but continually being disappointed in the minimal response to his efforts. "The guy she seemed to like the most was Tom.  I think they dated, but Tom dated nearly everyone so who knows how serious it actually was. His friend, Yates, was interested in  her too but I don't remember how they broke up either, it's been too long ago."

"I haven't seen Yates for ages since Tom graduated from high school and I was still in middle school" replies Julia "I use to have a secret crush on him but I was too young for him to notice.  My best friend, Emma, and I in eighth grade use to sit and listen to him play in his garage band with Tom. I think you were in that band too."

"Yes, Tom played the drums, Yates was on guitar, and I played my sax.  Ted would also occasionally play the keyboard, since he was younger his schedule was a bit different from the others. We were seniors but Ted was a sophomore and Mary was a junior. It wasn't a great band, but we could play some tunes" remembers Rush with a touch of nostalgia. "How wonder how we would sound together today?"

"I wanted to sing the lead vocals, but Tom wouldn't allow me to.  He said I would ruin the image of the band" snorts Mariah "I would have helped you guys.  He let Mary sing though because he was dating her. I was a freshman.  I had to sacrifice my talent so that she could have a place in the band next to Tom."

"Faith was there too but often helping to set up the equipment or run the sound board.  Wasn't she in the same grade as you, Mary? Weren't both of you freshmen?" Inquires Rush "Faith was more than willing to help at any moment.  She was quite skilled at fixing things too if needed. I was quite impressed with her abilities.  Although she was younger, I think that I had a bit of a crush on her in college for awhile and followed her around, but she didn't seem to notice me much."

On hearing this information familiar chords of jealousy gnaw at Mariah as she interjects, "Oh that was just a school-kid crush.  Is it even worth remembering?  Faith has probably already forgotten all about you.  You might have liked her for a day, but the one you chased was me in college."

"I seem to remember you chasing Rush not the other way around" intercedes Julia remembering that Mariah didn't even notice Rush until she had expressed some interest in dating him" Julia remembers Mariah suddenly deciding to chase Rush full speed ahead like she does with everything.

Mariah doesn't say anything but catches Julia's eye in the review mirror raising her lip to warn her if anything more is said there will be trouble later.

"It looks like we're almost here.  Is that Tom, Henry, and Mary in the sports car next to us?  Who does the car belong to?" asks Rush.

"That is Tom's new toy.  If  you have an hour, he will tell you all about it. I don't know how much he spent on it but he has no right to complain about my closet" confidently replies Julia "He made a deal with this company he is working with and they gave him an advance on his current project."

Upon arriving Mariah parks her SUV right next to Tom's sports car.  She pretends to miss the step when exiting her car while Henry conveniently complies by catching her from falling. She snuggles closely pretending to re-establish her balance and re-positioning her shoe that has somehow managed to fall off, resting her arm around him for balance, Mariah demurely adds "Thank you.  I'm so glad you caught me. I might have hurt myself if you hadn't been there right now."

"Whatever you need, I'm always here" replies Henry with a wink while keeping his arm firmly around her shoulder until he notices Rush scowling in front of them and suavely lowers his arm, extending his arm to shake hands, "Nice to see you again, Rush! How's it been going?"

Camp Mansfield - Chapter Twelve

"Really Julia, where did you put my scarf?  You borrowed it last week and I haven't seen it since.  You're always borrowing my things and not returning them" disgusted remarks Mariah "I wanted to use it for my video blog tomorrow."

"It's right here, under your purse on the bed!" whines Julia "If you opened your eyes once in awhile, you could find your own things rather than blaming me for losing them".

"I don't know why we ever decided to share an apartment together" retorts Mariah knowing that in spite of their arguments they were also the best of friends. "I might as well start charging you for everything of mine that goes missing. I might make some money that way."

Julia stares down her older sister for one moment, "Maybe I should just sell some of your things when I find them rather than returning them to you.  I would make a fortune."

"Don't you dare!" threatens Mariah "I spend quite a lot on everything that I buy.  Designer Brands are essential for any wardrobe."

"I know.  I have a closet full of them" challenges Julia opening her closet door and expertly moving her hand of as if the items are on display and she is the beautiful model standing next to them.

"Yes, but you are always wearing the clothes with the labels printed outside on the tag or back, or boldly displayed on the purse.  While I try to be more subtle with my choices" explains Mariah.

"If I'm going to spend the money, I think everyone should be aware of where they came from.  How will anyone know where you bought that bag if there isn't any proof that they can see" rebukes Julia feeling a little disappointed that her sister doesn't entirely admire her sacrifices of fashion.

"Well, I'm about to go" zipping up knee hi black boots with four inch heels attached replies Mariah. Wrapping a woolen designer angular cardigan around her with a spritz of floral perfume, "I don't want to be late, Henry is coming too."

"What time are you supposed to pick up Rush at the airport?  Isn't he coming in soon?  I printed off his flight information for you" helpfully offers Julia wanting to steer her sister away from the opportunity for Henry's attention.

Mariah sighs "Yes, I guess you're right.  He will be at the airport in an hour.  One benefit of having a rich boyfriend is that he always brings the best presents with him after returning from one of his trips with his company. Rush does have great taste."

"It also helps that you send him a list of what to bring home with him too" remarks Julia bringing reality to the case-in-point. "He's more like a personal shopper for you than an actual boyfriend.  Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with him?"

"Rush provides me with what I need.  He naturally provides status and wealth without much effort.  I'll admit he's a bit goofy but I can transform him. It won't take long" replies Mariah already having considered the steps to his eventual makeover.

"Shouldn't you like Rush for the way he is now if you really love him" pointedly asks Julia having once considered Rush but who never returned her affection after being introduced to Mariah.

"I don't think so.  Everyone should take care of themselves and make sure they look the best.  Life is a competition, you know" honestly considers Mariah "If we're going to be at the front, we both need to look the part as well."

"Yeah Rush is a little awkward but he's still a good guy.  Why do you want to change him?" asks Julia feeling that her sister doesn't appreciate all of the facets that Rush has to offer.

Miffed that her sister should be considering any affection towards her boyfriend, Mariah challenges "If you like him to so much, why don't you marry him instead? Except that I don't think he would ever be interested in you.  You are not his type."

Julia ignores her comment and continues to put together her clashing outfit of designer labels that can clearly visible to anyone walking by.  She looks at her phone for any messages and sees a text from Rush, "Please - tell - Mariah - to - pick - me - up - at - 6:15 pm".

"Rush asked me to remind you that he will be at the airport at 6:15 pm.  I wonder why he always text me rather than you, except you never bother to read his texts" snidely replies Julia wishing that she had a boyfriend that Mariah envied instead,  "Once Mariah is engaged, I'll have Henry to myself though".

"I'm on my way" informs Mariah heading out the door and adjusting her Ray-bans in place  "You can come if you want but I'm leaving now.  I don't want to be late for the concert tonight."

 Back at the camp cottage, Faith is finishing up the last bite of her leftover chicken fried rice. "This is so good.  I think that I could eat this at least once a week" explaining to Sampson flopping his ears back and forth hoping to find a few bites of his own.

Bending down to pet him, "Sampson , you're such a good boy. I don't know what I would do without you.  Do you want a treat?"

Dancing in circles in front of her, she offers him a treat.  She has on her favorite velour lounge pants and an old holey camp shirt which she finds comfortable for evenings in front of the TV or reading her favorite book that she borrowed from the library.  "I guess that I should be getting ready for tonight. What am I going to wear? At least my hair is washed even if I haven't flat ironed it yet.  it looks a little wild though" gazing at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

She brushes her teeth and gargles with mint freshener, applies her makeup and then begins to straighten her hair.  Her eye itches which she rubs.  "I hate having so many allergies at camp.  It's either the mold in the winter or buds in the spring".  She hears a knock at the front door, "I didn't plan on seeing anyone before the concert.  Maybe it is Shirley bringing some leftovers again from dinner at the dining room".

"Hey Shirley. Thank you for bringing the leftovers" welcomes Faith opening the door without looking who might be standing on the porch in front of her.   Her hair is half straightened and half of a teased mess.  The mascara as collected and smeared into two large clumps under each eye.

Ted reviews and smiles at her "It's me instead.  Hope you're not too disappointed. I thought that we could ride to the concert together."

"Come on in.  I was just getting ready for the concert.  I didn't know you were coming" casually offers Faith "Would you like some coffee while you wait?  I have a few things that I still have to do" as her hand touches her hair , fleeing chunks of hair balls, remembers that she hasn't finished straightening her hair. "I'll be back in just a minute".

Walking into the bathroom she catches a glance of herself in the mirror.  Utterly mortified, she grabs the nearest wash cloth and quickly scrubs her face to remove all the dark mascara that has decided to adorn her cheeks. She looks at the fuzz ball of hair only on one side and gasps.  "I look more like a creepy Elvira than myself!"  She notices that she is still wearing her old camp t-shirt that states "Camp Hair - Don't Care" and thinking this was her unfortunate chosen mantra today.

Finishing her hair and reapplying her makeup, she pulls out her favorite maroon and gold trim dress and low heeled pumps.  "It looks simple, but at least it fits me well" thinks Faith before walking into the living room.

"You look great Faithless!" offers Ted helping holding her coat so that she can easily put it on  "Thank you for the coffee, it hit the spot."

"Thank you for helping me" returns Faith feeling the temperature in her cheeks slowly rising while standing so close to him.

"I like this look much better than the other one.  But I'm okay with the other one too" offers Ted trying to ease Faith's self-consciousness.  "You should see me in the mornings.  It's rather frightening."

Placing his hand gently on the middle of her back, he closes the door and walks with her down the porch stairs.

"Did you have a good afternoon?" asks Ted wanting to start a conversation with her "What kind of things did you do?"

"Today was my day off, so I didn't do a whole lot of anything other than read and work on a puzzle" honestly answers Faith wishing that her quiet life was a little more interesting "How was your day?"

"I had to work on the project so I guess it was all right.  It would have been much nicer to have been here with you" suggests Ted suddenly wondering why he would say something like that and then silently admitting to himself that the statement was true "Were you very lonely? Or do you mind being alone?"

"Most of the time I don't mind it at all.  I have Sampson who keeps me company.  He doesn't mind me practicing my singing or playing the piano into all hours of the night  or talking to myself" teases Faith "He's learned to talk in his own dog language right back at me, so it works."

"Would you mind looking up the directions for the concert?  I forgot the address" explains Ted changing the knobs on the stereo for his playlist of favorite songs.  Without paying too much attention, Faith reaches for the screen on the dashboard to enter the address of the concert.  As their hands accidentally brush against each other, "Oh sorry" offers Faith feeling a rush of an unexpected feeling of attraction.  Ted turns towards her with an odd expression that Faith can't decipher but doesn't say anything.  Faith signs and looks out the window to find something to say.

"What do you thinking of the changing leaves this year?" Randomly asks Faith to push away her feelings of awkwardness.

"I think it looks beautiful.  It's one of my favorite seasons of the  year" confirms Ted "We need to take a drive around the area and take some photos.  I remember that photography is one of your hobbies."

"I'd love to.  It's been awhile.  I really enjoy finding landscapes that seem to tell their own stories in one glimpse.  I often wonder how many people have wandered over each spot and what events have taken place over the years of its existence.   I think about all the people who must have traveled there with their hopes and dreams, heartache and loss, and all the emotions that must have filled that space at difference points in time.  It's just dirt and ground, but that's what memories are made of too."

"If I could event anything it would be a picture that would smell and feel like that day that it was originally encountered" imaginatively offers Faith "that way you could not only see the memory but experience it too .... Except for bad days, they can all be forgotten."

"That would be an interesting idea, I'd only want happy memories as well" agrees Ted wondering if those types of photos will ever exist.  As he looks at Faith sitting next to him, he hopes to not forget the comfortableness of this moment either.

As they pull into the driveway of the corps, Faith cheerily shares "Oh look there is Jennings and Alice Hammer!  It's been forever!  They were my Girl Guard leaders as a teen.  I learned so much from them and had such a fun time doing it too!"

"Let's go over and say 'Hello' to them" offers Ted happy to see them again.  "Jennings played with me in the band for a few years.  She's a nut, but the best kind there is."