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Authors: Courtney King
for much of his life.
A phone call from a local number interrupted her search, and she answered against her better judgment.
“Ms. Stevens, we must speak with you immediately regarding Mister Black. You’re going to require legal representation in this matter.”
“Yes. I understand. Leave me your name and I will have Ms. Stevens call you back,” she lied. She clicked END and turned off the ringer on her phone.
The rest of her day was spent flipping to channels that didn’t broadcast her ‘scandal’ and deleting hundreds of voicemails and emails from her queue. She knew she would need to speak to a lawyer eventually, but she was not ready to leave her house and brave the hordes of reporters.
The day turned into evening and the news vans and gangs of reporters finally thinned out. Around dinner time, a knock sounded on her door, light and persistent. She hadn’t heard any reporters in the hall for some time, so she got up peeked out to see a suited man standing at her doorway. She hesitated, then opened the door. He was clad in an all-black suit and stood back away from the door, unassuming.
She opened the door and he slowly entered her apartment with his hands folded in from of him, holding an envelope.
“Ms. Stevens?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve come to collect you at the request of Mr. Black.”
“Where am I going?” Sherry asked, reflexively covering her swollen belly with her hands.
“That’s not your concern.”
His words were clear and direct, and he left as quickly as he came. She closed the door behind him and stood there for a minute, then opened the envelope and slid out the typed message.
Pack a small bag
A car will pick you up at the 7-11 store at the intersection of Broad Street and 7th at 2 AM sharp
This is for your protection. Do not be afraid.
She reached for the small suitcase at the top of her closet and laid it on the bed, then stopped.
“What are we doing, button? Can we really be thinking about having a Secret Service rendezvous in the middle of the night? How do you pack for something like that?”
She walked to her closet, grabbed her maternity jeans and laid them on the bed with the sweatshirt. She threw her necessities into the suitcase; her phone charger, toothbrush, and plenty of clean underwear. Even at six months pregnant, she could manage to fit into her regular, roomy clothes. Her years of yoga and meditation had given her a strong, healthy body, and thankfully, an uneventful pregnancy. She laughed at the thought of the word “uneventful,” although up until yesterday, it had been.
She fixed herself a cup of tea, propped her feet up on the sofa and stared out the window at the darkness. With her phone and her television silenced, she could only hear the distant sounds of her busy city street.
Chapter 2
Jolted awake by her cellphone alarm, Sherry reached for it to check the time. It was 1:34 a.m.—time to head to the designated location. She positioned the strap of the bag across her belly, holding it close, then took one last look around her apartment. She secured the dead bolt lock from the outside and pulled the door, tight.
She pulled the hood of her sweatshirt up over head as she walked, listening to the sounds of sirens and distant yelling in the cool night air. The 7-11 sign glowed in the darkness and her heart beat faster as she got closer. She could see a black car with tinted windows and she slowed her pace as she got closer, nervously waiting for a sign. The same man who had visited her earlier that day emerged from the driver’s seat and opened the back passenger door, signaling for her to get in. She looked up at the man, then took a deep breath and lowered herself and her bag into the car.
The car pulled out of the 7-11 parking lot and onto the empty Atlanta streets. She rested her head against the back of the seat and tried to relax, but her leg twitched and
A phone call from a local number interrupted her search, and she answered against her better judgment.
“Ms. Stevens, we must speak with you immediately regarding Mister Black. You’re going to require legal representation in this matter.”
“Yes. I understand. Leave me your name and I will have Ms. Stevens call you back,” she lied. She clicked END and turned off the ringer on her phone.
The rest of her day was spent flipping to channels that didn’t broadcast her ‘scandal’ and deleting hundreds of voicemails and emails from her queue. She knew she would need to speak to a lawyer eventually, but she was not ready to leave her house and brave the hordes of reporters.
The day turned into evening and the news vans and gangs of reporters finally thinned out. Around dinner time, a knock sounded on her door, light and persistent. She hadn’t heard any reporters in the hall for some time, so she got up peeked out to see a suited man standing at her doorway. She hesitated, then opened the door. He was clad in an all-black suit and stood back away from the door, unassuming.
She opened the door and he slowly entered her apartment with his hands folded in from of him, holding an envelope.
“Ms. Stevens?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve come to collect you at the request of Mr. Black.”
“Where am I going?” Sherry asked, reflexively covering her swollen belly with her hands.
“That’s not your concern.”
His words were clear and direct, and he left as quickly as he came. She closed the door behind him and stood there for a minute, then opened the envelope and slid out the typed message.
Pack a small bag
A car will pick you up at the 7-11 store at the intersection of Broad Street and 7th at 2 AM sharp
This is for your protection. Do not be afraid.
She reached for the small suitcase at the top of her closet and laid it on the bed, then stopped.
“What are we doing, button? Can we really be thinking about having a Secret Service rendezvous in the middle of the night? How do you pack for something like that?”
She walked to her closet, grabbed her maternity jeans and laid them on the bed with the sweatshirt. She threw her necessities into the suitcase; her phone charger, toothbrush, and plenty of clean underwear. Even at six months pregnant, she could manage to fit into her regular, roomy clothes. Her years of yoga and meditation had given her a strong, healthy body, and thankfully, an uneventful pregnancy. She laughed at the thought of the word “uneventful,” although up until yesterday, it had been.
She fixed herself a cup of tea, propped her feet up on the sofa and stared out the window at the darkness. With her phone and her television silenced, she could only hear the distant sounds of her busy city street.
Chapter 2
Jolted awake by her cellphone alarm, Sherry reached for it to check the time. It was 1:34 a.m.—time to head to the designated location. She positioned the strap of the bag across her belly, holding it close, then took one last look around her apartment. She secured the dead bolt lock from the outside and pulled the door, tight.
She pulled the hood of her sweatshirt up over head as she walked, listening to the sounds of sirens and distant yelling in the cool night air. The 7-11 sign glowed in the darkness and her heart beat faster as she got closer. She could see a black car with tinted windows and she slowed her pace as she got closer, nervously waiting for a sign. The same man who had visited her earlier that day emerged from the driver’s seat and opened the back passenger door, signaling for her to get in. She looked up at the man, then took a deep breath and lowered herself and her bag into the car.
The car pulled out of the 7-11 parking lot and onto the empty Atlanta streets. She rested her head against the back of the seat and tried to relax, but her leg twitched and
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