Fire Sweeping: The California Ballot Killings Book II by H. M. Wilhelmborn

Author:H. M. Wilhelmborn [Wilhelmborn, H. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781951396039
Publisher: Wilhelmborn LLC
Published: 2019-12-04T22:00:00+00:00

12

They’re All Awful. Enjoy.

Deborah Idlebroth tore the previous day’s entry off her personalized desk calendar.

“Breathe. Smile. Relax, Sparkles,” the page said beneath the date—Wednesday, March 23, 2039.

Deborah gazed at all the notes in various colors she’d stuck to the edges of her large computer screen. Some of the notes were shaped like flowers, others like hearts, and others like kisses. They said several things.

“You’re beautiful, Sparkles!”

“You’re awesome, Sparkles!”

“Don’t let them get you down, Sparkles!”

“Any man would be lucky to have you, Sparkles!”

Deborah looked at the message on the personalized calendar page for the current day—

Thursday, March 24, 2039: “Someday, the world will remember your name, Sparkles.”

Deborah smiled and patted herself on the shoulder, which made it look like she was dusting herself. She flipped the calendar a day ahead so that she could get some of the next day’s infusion of hope a little earlier: “You’ve been gifted ever since you were a child, Sparkles.” And the next day: “You and your husband are destined for great things, Sparkles.”

She examined her nails, which had received a French manicure, and she held her hands out in front of her before abruptly dropping them to her desk.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” She said in quick succession. “How will I ever meet the man of my dreams if I don’t put my photos from Cozumel up on social media? I was wearing all my refinements at that party in Cozumel!”

Deborah uploaded the photos and glanced at her phone every so often.

She acted like I wasn’t there.

She looked at her watch, told me dismissively that there were five minutes to go before she was on the clock, and she asked me to take a seat, please.

I was at Plumtree, Redcliff, Gwelo & Marandellas, WS&X’s main competitor in San Diego, for an interview.

Dad had gotten me an interview for one of the executive secretarial positions working for Thelma Plumtree, one of the firm’s founders, whose spouse, Philippa Redcliff, was an immigration attorney like Dad. Philippa had referred some of her cases to Dad, and he had done the same.

Plumtree Redcliff, as it was commonly known, wasn’t as highly ranked as WS&X, but it had a reputation for being more collegial, and it had made a name for itself by taking on cases of the various interest groups that would be affected by the Law of Lavish Things. That made Plumtree Redcliff a natural enemy of the CWP.

To interview with Plumtree Redcliff and other law firms in San Diego, I had taken two days off work. I lied and told Larry that I needed the time off because we had to take the kids for annual checkups, which were even more critical “in these times.”

Larry shared that Hudson now had red eyes and a bad cough. They’d been back to the doctor, who’d told them that not every symptom, including red eyes and a cough, meant that your son was dying from the hatred. Larry should wait for the flu to resolve itself.

Deborah Idlebroth looked at the clock.

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