Nulli Secundus

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April 27th

Angel Place Estate

20 miles outside of Chattanooga, Tennessee

A smooth jazz selection, Riders of Ancient Wings’ by Craig Chaquico/Russ Freeman flows thru the sound system on the first floor, the designated business area of the estate. Dora gathers several folders before rising from her desk and proceeding down the corridor to his study. Her footsteps are muffled by the Persian runner of the marble floor. He’s intently scanning data on the monitor as she enters. Taking notice of his baffled expression she probes, Nate? Is there something wrong? Yes! I’ve no new ventures nor acquisitions to validate this profit! He casts a look of uncertainty at her and questions in a tone of suspicion, What’d you do? Doe? What’ve you done? Rosewood’s on track to net a billion in sales! Where’s this money coming from? Now seated in front of him she settles back into the chair, You really don’t know! He’s completely bewildered! We’ve a new product! It’s been on the market for eighteen months! Her brow furls a moment. About five years ago while we were at Rosewood, Tamesh and I were going thru mother’s boxes of files. I can’t recall now what we were searching for at the time. Anyway I came across a folder labeled ‘Moi’. Seems mother had been developing a hybrid grape for consumption and the production of a new wine. So the team ( four resident agriculturist ) and I continued her work. The resulting product of our efforts was and is amazing! It’s sweeter, yields 150% more anti-oxidants and delivers 85% of it directly into the blood stream. The actual skin of the fruit’s thinner and more easily digested. Mother’s theories were spot on. The fruit will be of great benefit to the children of the world, especially third world countries! Weekly shipments are sent to the children there. Three years ago we had our first harvest. Nate it was great! The yield was marvelous! I put it on the market in April last year and catalogued it ‘ Cathy ’ in honor of mother. That’s wonderful Doe! Mother would really be happy and proud! he declares joyously. But why didn’t you tell me about this before now? he challenges. Because you had a full plate. It was during the transition. You and Jonas were overseeing the installation and implementation of the UBP nodes essential to the network and both of your attention was vital.

He recalls the memories of the hustle and bustle of that time. Her degree of consideration causes him to smile. Oh, yes! I remember. You know Doe? You’re really special! You’re a woman’s woman and a man’s man. I’m glad you’re here! She smiles, Uh, Nate getting back to the wine. I sent you a bottle for your tasting some time ago! You never opened it? Opened it? he retorts. Yes! Opened it! she returns a bit short. No. But I will. Where is it? Nate it’s sitting right over there on the corner of the bar where it’s been sitting for quite a while! He looks over to the bar, Doe there’s nothing there but a beautifully carved box of fancy shot glasses. She gives a heavy sigh and chuckles lightly, Nate that’s not glasses. That’s the wine! He lowers his head in humility for a moment! Then pushes away from the desk, retrieves the box and returns. He puts it on the desk and releases the latch. Nestled in white satin covered molding’s a crystal wine goblet etched with his initials. A matching corkscrew’s on the left. To the right is a black matte bottle with a pink foil label highlighted by a border of silver angel wings. The center of the ornate label reads, ‘CATHY’. She watches as he uncorks the bottle, pours some into the glass and lifts it to his nose and inhales slowly. As he lowers it he smiles, Doe! This bouquet’s heavenly! she smiles. He takes a sip. My word! You’ve really outdone yourself! he praises. "It’s healthy, elegant and fun! But most importantly it’s ‘Mum’! You know it’s admirable of you to toot my horn! However, your management of the equine business’s really remarkable! He shakes his head, smiles broadly and chuckles, I know! I surprised even myself! I must admit that it’s been satisfying to see my theories and plans come to fruition. It’s really a good feeling! Uh…Doe? What was it? What was what Nate? The reason why you came to me? She hands him the folders. These require your review and signature." She ponders for a moment. Hmmp…oh! Have you heard from Michael? I haven’t heard from him in a while. He gives her a cautious glance, Odd you should ask! I spoke with him earlier. He wishes you well, as always. Listen. Am I going to have a problem with him as far as you’re concerned? With a defensive look she returns, Whoa! Your protection mode’s in over-drive! He’s just a great guy, excellent co-worker and friend! Nate shakes his head, That may be how you see it, but I sense he feels differently! Nate stop! You’re over reacting! Trust me! So what did he say? Um…that he’s more information for our review and that there’re two other possibilities he’s exploring before submitting to us in the event they’re eligible to be included. I guess that’s encouraging.

MICHAEL FENFOX is an ex-marine. Expert in weaponry and explosives. Martial arts master, speaks eight languages fluently and well-traveled. He’d answered a head hunter’s call for a security specialist needed at Angel Place to address a security concern and been awarded the assignment in 1991. It’d been a two-year contract. His expertise in handling the task he’d been given had been so impressive they solicited his assistance in their search for the seedlings. He’d the right stuff and not his good looks! He’d accepted the challenge and is now an integral part of the corporation…the family.

May 3rd

Fairfield, California

Liquid bullets fall relentlessly from the blackened sky as menacing winds blow. It’s uncommonly chilly for this region. ‘ Why’d it have to rain today of all days ?’ Is the thought racing thru Claire’s mind . Today’s one of those days when she wants to be as close to perfect as possible! Would’ve helped if Mother Nature had gotten the memo! She and Janet have a coveted appointment with the co-chair of ‘The Foundation’ for a presentation. They’ve devised a program to eradicate poverty (mental & economic) in the inner cities across the Americas and are seeking funding consideration. The Foundation’s a philanthropic group sponsored by the UBP, with billions in its coffers, that targets and assists various minority sound business plans and inventions with operational support and financing when traditional institutions fail to meet their needs.

CLAIRE TAMARUMARO gathers her umbrella, briefcase, visual aids and two shopping bags containing sample leaflets and pamphlets. Using her umbrella as a partial shield against the downpour and the wind she rushes from her car trying as best she can to protect her look from the weather, to the office door and hurriedly steps inside. She slips her umbrella into the tall vase, but not quick enough to avoid creating a path of water beads that’d flowed freely from its end. A real mess out there huh? comments Lauren the receptionist peering over the top of her work station. That’s an understatement! Claire returns clearly a bit agitated. Is he here Laura? she whispers. They’re in the conference room Miss T. Thanks! Laura how do I look? she inquires nervously. Relax! Relax! You look good as usual! Take a deep breath and exhale. Lauren instructs. (Her given name’s Lauren, but she answers to Laura too!) Now go in there and do your stuff! I’m really hoping things work-out so that I can get that long overdue raise! she taunts. Claire pats her hand gently on the ledge of Lauren’s station Good-luck with that! she quips. As she enters the conference room Janet’s standing in the rear next to the service chatting with a well- dressed gentleman whose face she cannot see, but she’d detected his aromatic scent! She places her baggage on a small table in the corner. Noticing Claire’s presence Janet smiles to him, Excuse me for a moment.

Why of course. She moves to her and sighs, You’re right on time! I was running out of conversation. Claire gives her a concerning glance, What’s wrong? Nothing. Come on! she urges cupping her elbow and guiding her over to where he stands. Claire this is Michael Fenfox. He smiles, extends his hand and comments, The pleasure’s mine I assure you, Ms. Tamarumaro! She accepts his hand and returns his smile, Please call me Claire! It’s easier although you pronounced it correctly. Okay! Then I must insist you call me Michael! She gives an approving nod accompanied and reluctant smile. He looks directly at her, Your associate speaks v-e-r-y highly of you! As a matter of fact you’ve been the conversation since my arrival! Claire gives her the ‘eye’ and a shy smile as she counters, Janet really gets to me with that! She’s the gifted one! But what can I do? She’s my best friend and colleague! The group chuckles. ‘Extraordinary!’ He ponders in amazement of their friendship and humbleness. They’re spiritually beautiful! Michael finds the conference room to be business elegant and quite comfortable! Claire retrieves samples of printed materials to be utilized in the promotion of the program and hands them to him. He’s seated across from Janet. Claire dims the lights via the control panel inset in the marble and glass table. The rhythmic sounds of drums and kalimba begins to fill the room. A colorful kente patterns fills the screen and the letters ‘SOCSO’ splashes into its midst in bold orange. SOCSO is the acronym for ‘SAVE OUR CHILDREN SAVE OURSELVES’. She begins her monologue.

The following’s the condense transcript:

The young are the progeny of any group! Thus its greatest asset. Yet at this time it’s not the reality for many. ‘Saving’ should and must start before the womb. We’ve a program that targets at risk youth and unmarried expectant fathers and mothers. This group we target for elimination thru intense educational workshops.

Rib A- The ‘village’ concept must be re-introduced. It’s time to get back to what’s beneficial to us as a group, a family, a couple, an individual and as beings. Once we rekindle the flame of brotherly love it will burn brightly again and spread as a wildfire.

Rib B- To educate and practice discipline year round education from kindergarten thru high school.

Rib C- Cultivation of intelligence. The goal’s to educate all to the third collegiate level within twenty-four months after successful completion of primary education.

Rib D- Military/Disciplinary Constructs. Everyone five years of age to sixty as long as they’re physically fit and able will be compelled to learn hand to hand combat, martial arts, weaponry and military strategies.

Rib E- To recruit all drop-outs

END OF SCRIPT

Michael begins applauding! He’s highly impressed! The two of you have formulated an aggressive, but fundamental strategy for change and development. Your plan’s excellent! It’ll require a complex network to execute, but it’s achievable! I’ll submit my recommendation and vote to the chairman. I am hoping to get your project underway in…aah sixty days. He states with a sparkle in his eyes and an approving smile. I feel it only fitting that we christen our new alliance over dinner. Will you please join me at ‘Garvey’s’ this evening? Say 7:30? he offers. Janet and Claire are in a momentary state of shock! Claire recovers first. We’d be delighted! That’s very generous of you, Michael! Oh no! This will be a pleasure and a treat for me! I’ll send the car for you if you’ll provide me your addresses. Claire scribbles the information on a piece of notepad paper and hands it to him. Michael rises from his seat, places the materials in his briefcase and looks to them, I look forward to this evening! Good-day ladies! He exits the room.

After he’s gone Janet and Claire eye each other again speechless for a moment! Then pinch each other as a reality check! Claire did you hear what he said? Small creases form into big smiles on their faces. G-i-r-l! Yes! I heard! You heard! We heard correct! He not only gave us an unofficial thumbs-up, but invited us to ‘Garvey’s’ and he’s sending a car to pick us up! This is surreal! (Garvey’s a premier eight star restaurant. Many of its clientele are rich and famous people, professionals and celebrities. It’s near impossible to get a reservation! The waiting list has a two month backlog and that’s for the VIP’s of the world! Neither of them have ever dined there despite their past acquaintances of means and status.) Claire, I have a few matters that I must settle today. Hopefully I’ll be home by four. That sounds good! I’ll do the same. They’re filled with excitement! Claire grabs her briefcase, hurries to the reception area and quickly dons her raincoat. Lauren notices her rush. Is something wrong Claire? As she swiftly grabs her umbrella she answers, Ask Janet! She whisks away into the continuing rain. Lauren gets up from her station and raps lightly on Janet’s door and proceeds, What’s going on? she probes. Michael Fenfox has approved our project a-n-d he’s invited us to dine at Garvey’s tonight! He’s sending the car for us! relays Janet in a faux snobbish tone. Shut the front door! exclaims Lauren. Do y’all need some back-up? she teases. N-o-o! We’re big girls!" Janet returns laughing. It’d been a good while since Lauren had seen her so bubbly! She smiles to herself as she exits her office.

It’s a little after two when Janet resolves the last matter demanding her immediate attention. She notices the flashing button indicating messages. There are four. The first three were calls of confirmation regarding final contract agreements. The fourth’s the voice of a man unfamiliar to her ear and his name Dr. Oka rang no mental bells. He requested a return call at her earliest convenience and left his number. She’ll attend to his call and the others tomorrow.

At 6:30 p.m. Claire’s intercom buzzes. It’s Mr. Monetti, the second shift security guard. He informs her that her transport’s arrived. She thanks him. Grabs her purse, takes a last glance into the hallway mirror, locks the door and continues down the hall. The double doors open as she approaches. Good-evening, Ms. Claire! My name’s Byron. Greets the smartly dressed chauffeur while offering his arm to her. Smiling she accepts and returns, Good-evening! The rear door stands open to receive her on the titanium colored, stretch Rolls Royce Ghost with translucent tires and titanium rims. Once she’s inside he secures her door, returns to the driver’s seat and pulls off to pick-up Janet. ‘Been around the world’ by Brian Culbertson streams thru the cavity as Claire takes in the opulence of the vehicle’s interior.

A small group of teenagers are playing hoops in the driveway. Other neighbors are pruning flowers and mowing their lawns. A group of men are gathered in sidewalk conversation and the newly-weds are walking their dog as the stately Ghost glides onto the street and parks in front of her residence. All conversations cease and eyes shift! Even for this upscale community it’s a rarely seen vehicle that reeks of wealth, power and high status. They’ve been too busy being envious of her and have made no effort to get to know her! Byron steps out and proceeds to her door immaculately dressed and eye-popping physique! He’s more than easy on the eyes! He presses the doorbell. Within seconds the door opens. She’s stunned! He smiles, Good-evening, Ms. Janet! My name’s Byron. Are you ready? Ye-Ye-Yes! He waits patiently as she retrieves her purse and secures her door. He offers his arm and escorts her to the vehicle. The jealous women of the neighborhood roll their eyes while the men and boys alike drool at the sight of her! Hell the woman’s just beautiful! Claire observes her as she nears and enters, O-o-h! Hmp! Janet you in heat? G-i-r-l, you’re beggin! You look absolutely bangin! You’re just nasty! Claire comments. People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones! Plus, it’s the Ivory effect! Janet retorts. They laugh! Byron presses a button and the tinted glass-like partition begins to part from its midpoint and retracts into the sides folding like fabric! Forgive me! But you must be very special to Mr. Fenfox! I’ve been his driver for four years and never have I carried and ladies! The roses, flutes and champagne are for you! Compliments of Mr. Fenfox. So please enjoy and I bid you a wonderful evening! he offers in a sexy, tenor voice.

Resting on a white marble counter in front of them are two long stemmed roses, highly polished sterling silver ice bucket containing a magnum of ‘1970 Mondavi’ champagne (a mere five grand per bottle) and two ‘Waters Edge’ crystal flutes with the date and their names etched on each! They look to each other. Girl! I could get used to this! comments Janet giddily. Ya think? I agree! Now will you please pour? Claire requests. Okay! I hope it helps to calm our butterflies! ‘Cause they’re fluttering like crazy! Says Janet as she pops the cork. They settle back, sip and listen to the music. The sleek steed glides away followed by curious eyes.

At 7:15 p.m. the Ghost turns into the horseshoe shaped driveway of Garvey’s. Two armed guards at its entrance immediately recognize the Ghost and know who it belongs to. It’s a vehicle very hard to forget once seen! In exception they move from their post to receive its passengers. It halts between two twenty foot tall granite statues of Queen Asheba and King Tutankhamen. The first guard opens the door and assists the first lady …Janet. The second retrieves Claire. They escort them into the red carpeted vestibule to the parlor where they’re met by a handsome genie wearing a silk scarlet vest embroidered with solid gold chains and leather. Upon his perfected rounded dome a blinding white fine linen turban accented by a large genuine 36 karat gold medallion encrusted with blue diamonds at its center. He seats them in large throne chairs and kneels down on one knee in front of Claire first. He reaches for a small white pillow trimmed with gold fringe located underneath her chair. Gently he removes her shoes and places her bare feet on the pillow. He performs the same ritual with Janet then takes their shoes over to a small canvas tent. A costumed servant girl takes the shoes, labels them and gives him two pair of bejeweled souvenir slippers. He returns the slippers to their feet. The sizing’s unbelievably exact! This ritual’s a hallmark amenity exclusive of Garvey’s and performed on every patron including the males. (Frequent patrons slippers are personalized and stored within the tent.) Malik (the genie) then escorts them to the Olive Tree…to Michael. A real olive tree’s located in the center of the bamboo bar. Michael’s speechless at the sight of them! They’re absolutely exquisite! After a couple of cocktails and introductions to celebrities, entertainers, athletes and politicians who knew Michael personally Malik alerts him that their meal’s prepared to be spread. (Some of Michael’s high powered associates probe him discreetly for information concerning the ladies. This is the first time many have ever seen him with females! So these ladies must be special! He’s until now always been a lone wolf. He says not a word, but smiles silence!)

They’re seated to a meal of lobster with coconut sauce, almond topped couscous, escargot, mussels, lump crab balls, string beans perfectly aldente and Hake (a fish indigenous to Africa) is served. The entire meal’s delicious!

After feasting the service is taken away and the table refreshed for dessert. Michael looks to each of them with an easy smile and chuckles, Thank-you for such a marvelous evening! I haven’t had this much fun in a very long time! I miss times like this! he states reflectively his gaze afar for a moment. Oh! Please pardon me for not complimenting the two of you until now on how stunning you were! Uh…I mean are! You had me all twisted up as you entered the bar! Janet and Claire smile. Michael we thank-you! This evening’s been enchanting to say the least! However, you made our eye’s pop too! offers Janet. Yes! Michael this has been way cool! Claire remarks. He glances at his watch. It reads 10:40 p.m. Well, ladies it’s time I got you both home! They nod agreement, gather themselves and exit. As they’re walking out Janet whispers to Claire, I’ve got to pick-up Ivory in the morning. I hope I don’t over sleep from this phenomenal evening! Don’t worry! I’ve got your back. I’ll be your wake-up! Oh, yeah! Who’s going to wake you?" laughs Janet. They step thru the front doors and the Ghost awaits. Its rear passenger door stands open with Byron to its side. They load in and before Byron merges onto the expressway they’ve nodded off! He looks into the rear view mirror and smiles. Janet’s head rests on Michael’s shoulder and he and Claire are leaning on each other. He’s never seen him so peaceful!

As he nears Janet’s residence he softly announces, Uh…sir! We’re here! They hear his call too! Michael personally escorts each to their door. Thanks them again for a great evening and observes each closely, ensuring they enter into their homes safely.

After seeing Claire in safely he climbs back into the limousine. He’s scheduled to spend a few more days in the area. He’s too excited to wait until tomorrow and dials Nate to inform him that he’ll deliver his findings in three days. Michael adores each of the ladies! And why wouldn’t he? They’re both intelligent, have great senses of humor and wit! They’re extremely independent, classy, attractive, have beautiful spirits and are down-to-earth!

Janet and Claire were both college freshman attending different schools when they first met during a ‘Women’s Empowerment Conference’ in Las Vegas. Their friendship grew rapidly. They share their deepest secrets, fears and nightmares! They’ve become integral parts of each other’s lives on a daily basis. Thanks to the best invention ever…the telephone, they’re only a dial away from each other! They’re BFFs!

May 4th

5:00 a.m.

The sun’s barely begun its ascension in the western sky as the alarm blares and her telephone begins ringing. In one swift movement she turns off the alarm and answers, Claire? Hey, girl! Yes! It’s me! Time to rise and shine! Thanks Claire! I’ll call you later. I’m up and awake! The taxi will be at her door no later than 6:15 a.m. She springs from her bed, turns on the coffee maker and hurries into the bathroom for the morning rituals. Then she makes her bed and flings open her wardrobe. She settles on a tan single breasted, three button silk suit, a tiger print blouse and matching heels. She fixes a cup of joe and takes a seat at the vanity. After styling her hair and applying a little make-up she dresses. She chooses black onyx earrings and necklace, a four diamond pinky ring and sizable Smokey topaz ring on her left hand as accessories. She’s returning to the kitchen for a second cup when her buzzer sounds. Hurriedly she grabs her keys, purse, briefcase, light weight three quarter length coat and exits. She scampers down the walkway and climbs into the cavity of the taxi. The driver shuts her door, climbs back in and speeds off.

He pulls up to the curb outside of the arrival terminal. She pays him, gathers her belongings and makes her way to the Continental gate. The passengers are just disembarking Ivory’s flight. Many emerge before she spots her engaged in conversation with a very handsome, exotic looking man! He’s tall, has a notable physique, wavy jet black hair, entrancing light brown eyes, a sumptuous bronze complexion and great skin! She spots Janet and gives a few acknowledging waves. Ivory indicates to him that it’s her friend she’d been speaking of! Finally they come face to face and give each other big warm hugs. As they release from each other Ivory introduces, Janet this is Chikoya Oka. Ah, I’m sorry! I mean Dr. Oka. He extends his hand to Janet, It’s a pleasure to meet you and please call me Chikoya! Ivory speaks very highly of you! Janet smiles while giving Ivory the look, "I assure you that the pleasure’s mine! She shuts her eyes briefly while gently shaking her head. She’s a tendency to exaggerate things! Poor dear! She means well though!" Chikoya chuckles while shaking his head and thinking to himself, ‘These two are really something!’ I don’t know her that well yet! But I seriously doubt any exaggeration! he quips. Listen! Can I persuade the two of you to dine with me? That’s very generous of you! However I’m tied up all day! Ivory returns. She adds, We’d enjoy dining with you on tomorrow, if that’s agreeable with you. Good! Then it’s settled. It’s a date! I’ll contact you and inform you of the details. Can I have your number? Ivory takes a business card from her planner and hands it to him. He accepts and glances over it. With a smile he returns, Fine. I look forward to seeing you both soon! He leaves their company. As he’s walking away he realizes he knows the name! It’s legendary! Janet gives her a suspicious glare as they walk to the exit, He’s charming, intelligent, handsome and a doctor! Hmm, I must say he’s n-i-c-e! Oh, do you have any baggage? No, I’m trying a new baggage service in the wake of so many horror stories of thief and lost luggage. Five bags any size. A thirty pound maximum limit per bag and $20.00 for every ten pounds over. So for $115.00 how could I go wrong? My bags will arrive at your office this afternoon. I had them delivered there because I know Laura will be there to accept delivery. Hmph! It does sound like a smart idea! I think I’ll try it! They’re standing curbside of the terminal when an empty taxi pulls up and lowers its passenger window, Good-morning ladies! Need a ride? the driver offers. Yes. Janet returns. He puts the cab in park, hops out and scurries around to the other side to open the door for them. Any luggage? he queries. No. replies Ivory with a smile. Before they pull away from the curb Janet gives him the address they wish to go to presently and advises him of the secondary destination for Ivory…her home address. The taxi pulls away and she resumes her conversation with Ivory. So what happens when you’re ready to continue traveling? That’s easy! When I’m ready I inform them where to pick-up and specify the next destination of delivery. Hmm…now back to Dr. Oka! O-k-a-y! I’m sitting in the second row from the bulkhead next to an extremely large man with an offensive body odor. It was noticeable to everybody, crew included! He was seated by the window six rows back from the stinky guy on the other side of the plane. He’d placed his laptop on the seat closest to him leaving the aisle seat empty. So I asked if he would mind my sitting there. He smiled and offered me to sit. I didn’t have to explain why! Then we introduced ourselves and began small talk. Oh! Small talk? So now I’m small talk? Janet fires back in jest! With a deliberate roll of her eyes she returns, Girl! You know better than that! They laugh! The conversation’s cut short by their arrival to Janet’s office. She’d already paid the fares covering Ivory’s and added a generous tip. She hands her a set of keys, she already knows her security codes, The tank’s full. I’ll see you later! She exits the taxi and a very happy driver pulls off. Ivory’s in town for two reasons: first to visit with Janet and secondly to fulfill a request to be the keynote speaker at the Anthropological Symposium. Presently she’s the world’s leading expert in the field.

Janet enters the office and settles herself. Lauren greets her by name, only in the public eye does she refer to her formally. "Hmmph! Janet you’re glowing! What’s up? How good was last night!? Lauren last night was a fantasy fulfilled! she replies excitedly with a most mischievous smile! Upon arrival Michael received VIP treatment. Being with him we did too! The food’s so-o good, the service’s off the chart and the ambience’s amazing! Claire and I were given a pair of authentic bejeweled harem slippers as souvenirs! It was a wonderful experience! We really enjoyed it! Guess who he introduced us to? she taunts. Stop teasing and tell! Okay! But you might want to sit down for this! Lauren seats herself and stares to her face. Janet starts reciting names, Sylar Perri, Monna Brassil, Mon Hovi, Angel Julie, Conrad Pithman, Barber Myzand, Dustin Timmons, Goldman Whoola it was so cool! Michael’s very charming in speech, etiquette, deed and thought! Plus! He’s a brilliant mind! It’s a little scary to see all the attributes any woman could want wrapped up on one fine package! Oh! So now it’s Michael? probes Lauren. I glad y’all had a nice time! Does he have any brothers? Lauren speaking of packages I hope you get a chance to see the hunk that Ivory met on the plane! I swear Mother Nature’s chest must have a hole in it! Janet thinks of Ivory’s bags! Um…have Ivory’s bags been delivered? Yes. They’re in the back. Seriously though Lauren! You’ve got to experience Garvey’s if I have to take you myself! Lauren smiles, Now that sounds like a plan! The extension lights on Janet phone are glowing and pulsating. Janet looks to Lauren, Seems our public’s calling! Lauren rises and begins re-inserts her earpiece along the way to her station. She seats herself and answers a blinking extension, Good-morning! Sunrise Incorporated! she greets in a warm, pleasant tone. Hold please. She pushes the hold button and alerts Janet, Its Ebony Worldcom on one. Janet exhales deeply, Okay. Transfer them to me. Thank-you!

May 4th

9:00 a.m

As CHIKOYA OKA emerges from the terminal he’s met by an alluring bronze woman with dancing light brown eyes, silky dark brown hair and a body built by nature . She wears radiant smile as she rushes to him, hugs tenderly and plants a kiss on his cheek, We’re so glad you’ve come! He ponders her words and gives her a piercing stare, Neemah did you doubt my presence? Did you think I would not come? he challenges. No! No! No! Chikoya I always knew you’d come! But I…we also know how busy you’ve been! How so many need your gift! We do read and hear the news of you! We’re very proud of you! she retorts. Yeah. What’s happening at the Center? Any new programs being implemented? How’s the membership? Has the local law enforcement of political factions been bothersome? he fires. She waves her hands in the air feigning surrender, Whoa! Who-o-a! Please calm yourself! A meeting’s been called by the Elders for this afternoon. Hopefully you’ll receive answers there! They proceed to her vehicle, load up and exit the lot. "Chikoya so much has gone wrong and is wrong! ( Her voice fills with emotion ) Our people! Our young are being slaughtered like the blacks! Just as we reach the brink of possibilities for equality, unity and peace out of nowhere intentional ‘man-made’ obstacles appear and destroy the hopes and dreams of the many and manufacture their own version of the epitaphs of those blood-stained efforts of the nameless martyrs. There’s only contemplative silence between them. Each lost in their own thoughts. Finally she breaks the silence, Politics and politicians are the obstacles! Figuratively speaking a ‘machine’ comprised of greedy, ruthless, powerful individuals who continue to practice methods of exploitation in reference to colorful people and their constituents to please their masters. How much longer can they lay claim to this land? A place our ancestors have dwelled for centuries! This land’s ours! Our people among many have been savagely violated and murdered! And Mother Earth ? How much more of their abuse can she tolerate? There’s yet to be a serious conversation about that! And lastly, what about our reparations? I know…I know." Chikoya sighs with disgust.

Neemah pulls up to the entrance of the Oasis hotel. She hands him a card that has several numbers where she can be reached. He glances at it, I need to take care of a few things and get some rest before the meeting. Oh, sure. I’ll pick you up. Say 1:00 p.m.? Yes. That’ll be fine! He climbs out, retrieves his bags and disappears inside.

Settled in and relaxing in the room kindling thoughts provoke vivid images of Ivory and Claire in his mind. They’re intelligent, sophisticated, independent and easy on the eyes. He’s looking forward to getting to know each of them better! He knew of Ivory’s expertise, but until today he’d never met her! He knew nothing of Janet even though he’d call her office to request their services! He’d no idea that Ms. Shang-Brooks was Janet! However it occurs to him that they’ll be no time for a dinner date! After showering he walks over to the credenza, lifts his briefcase from the chair and lays it on top. He opens it and pulls out Ivory’s card and grabs the phone. It rings several times. Hello! answers a soft, sultry voice. Hi Ivory! Chikoya Oka. Hi! How’s your day? she thoughtfully inquires. Very busy, but thanks for your concern! Ivory I never mentioned why I was in town. Well, I’m here for two reasons. However the main reason concerns family affairs. It’s going to take more of my time than I’d planned. I’m afraid I’m going to have to take a rain check on dinner if you’ll give me one! I’m sorry to hear that! But things have a way of happening when you least expect! I…we do appreciate your call. And of course you have a rain check! When you come back this way and I’m here we’ll pick up where we’re leaving off! she offers. I really like your thinking! Thank-you so very much for your understanding. You will hear from me dear lady! he avows. Ivory would you mind giving me Janet’s address? She finds the request a bit odd but gives it to him. Their call ends.

His next call’s to the florist. He orders two exotic floral arrangements to be delivered that evening. As an added measure of regret he orders the most extravagant fresh fruit arrangements to be delivered also!

At 1:00 p.m. Neemah returns to pick him up for the meeting. Re-charged, showered and fragranced he looks handsomely rugged in the turquoise shirt that’s unbuttoned from his throat midway his chest. It’s accented by chocolate linen trousers and leather moccasins. He climbs in the vehicle. Neemah sniffs the air upon his entrance. Ooooh! You smell wonderful! she compliments. Good! Now you know I’m a-l-l cleaned up! he jokes. Well! she taunts. They both laugh! She pulls off and heads for the southwest ramp of the interstate to the sound of tribal rhythms playing on the audio. She glances at him then back to the road ahead. Her memories flash back to the time when he was always covered with dirt and mud from play. A frog in his hands or tadpoles in a jar! These images cause a chuckle and a smile. He’d come so very far from those times! They’ve driven a little more than half an hour.

Finally she turns off onto the exit ramp and turns onto a badly neglected two lane highway. A few more miles down this road they turn off onto a dirt road, the ‘Broadway’ of the reservation. Less than a quarter of a mile they come to an unmanned and open gate…the entrance to the reservation. This easy access is an immediate red flag to him! Federal guards are supposed to be posted to screen anyone seeking entry onto tribal lands other than its natives. But on this day and obviously too many others the guards have been absent and the gate in ‘freedom mode’! As they proceed the sight’s an appalling one!

Weather-worn, abused, collapsing shanties and disregarded pets wander aimlessly. Young squaws prostituting, using and selling drugs as well as the young warriors (males 18-30 yrs). The ‘old ones’ look poorly. Neglected young ones dirty, soiled and scantily clothed meander from shack to shack in search of their delinquent parents who’re oblivious to their needs. Still others young and old gather at a drinking place in a vain attempt to drink their anguish, despair and hopelessness away. The mixing of the sexes is not a practice of tradition. Yet unmarried and under age females are pregnant, others indecently attired using profanity and totally disrespecting themselves, their parents, the Elders and all those around them…the Nation! Chikoya’s heart aches and his eyes well at the sights before him! He’s seen enough! Neemah. I’ve seen enough! Let’s go to the meeting! he demands clearly upset!

As they approach the parking area it’s already filling up! They see people pouring into the Great Hall. The numbers of people streaming in hasn’t been witnessed in a very long time! If change had an identifying scent it would be found in this place, this day! Something unusual is occurring! Nearing the entrance Chikoya’s quickly confronted by Big Cat. They man-hug each other with much love and total respect! They’d first met and became fast friends during the summer of Chikoya’s eleventh birthday and annual visit with his grandmother on the reservation. Big Cat has always been the bigger kid of their group in physique, thought and deed. He was even larger in all of those attributes now! They’ve kept in contact and visitation all these years! Chikoya had only taken a total of five weeks vacation over the past ten or eleven years. And each of those weeks were spent on the most southern area of the reservation…Big Cat’s ranch. His children were especially glad when Uncle Chikoya came to visit! He always brought them the coolest presents! Big Cat’s wife adored him too! He was so much a big brother to her! Together they’re a family! But for Chikoya the greatest pleasure was to enter into still virgin areas and absorb the majesty of the hills, mountains and forest. Fish in the still fresh water streams and listen to the symphony of nature…birds, crickets, frogs and the wind. Once they released from their embrace Big Cat speaks, I realize much time has passed since we’ve shared each other’s presence! Is all well for and with you my brother? Chikoya looks him in the face and smiles, I know it’s been sometime and I am well! But everything’s not okay with our people! Is it? For a time all was going well, in a swift upward direction. Now there’s nothing! No progressive movement! Our lives are at an undeserved and unearned standstill! Chaos rules, states Big Cat. Chikoya places his hand firmly on his shoulder, Trust me! It’s going to be corrected! The three continue on and enter into the ‘Great Hall’. As soon as Chikoya steps inside his spirit’s felt by all in the room. He’s led to a seat amongst the eight chiefs (Elders) around a huge oak conference table with a large calumet intricately carved at its center. The eldest, Great Bear addresses him, Many like you have left the reservation and traveled into the world of the ‘lights’. Few have returned whole unaffected by their contact with them. But you! You’ve returned unaffected! You’ve remembered who and what you are! Your people need your guidance, knowledge and help! Tell us what we need to do to save ourselves and our generations. He gestures for Chikoya to speak. Chikoya glance first to Neemah. She nods encouragingly! Next he eyes Big Cat who gives him the stone cold warrior stare of support! Only then does he rise from his seat and walk to the speaking place. The room’s dead silent! He takes a breath…Neemah took me on a tour of the reservation before the meeting. Needless to say, I did not like what my eyes saw! The profanity burned my ears! And my heart began to ache, my eyes watered and for a moment I trembled! Our people have digressed and once again been defeated by the diversions placed before them! It also doesn’t help when some of our so-called brothers aid them willingly for monetary gain! In the days of yore, when the ‘lights’ first arrived on our shores and invaded our land they did not arrive with gifts, but they weren’t empty handed. They brought with them fire water, incongruous diseases, some spread through grotesque sexual practices and strange weapons of death which seemed magical to our forefathers! Now they’ve worse weapons! Drugs being number one! We’ve become too complacent! It’s time to wake-up to reality and begin our own resurrection! We must and can heal ourselves! We’ve the knowledge and the tools! We’ve financial capability! Now all we need’s the will! We must become a Nation proficient in and of itself! We must re-learn to trade with and patronize our own! We must heal ourselves! We must build our own infra-structure! We must build, own and operate our own stores, hospitals and clinics, factories, laboratories, manufacturing facilities, sewage and water processing facilities and solar power plants. It’s the only way to ensure our standards are met! We must employ our own! There’ll be plenty of jobs for everyone! A few outsiders may be essential for a short time. During that period of time our own will observe and learn. We must have our own system of communications and our own institutions of knowledge. We must rebuild our political society absent the darkness of the ‘light’ outside influences. Within the Nation we’ve teachers, lawyers, nurses, engineers etc. They’ve been lured away from the reservation and their heritage. It’s time we got them back! All we need’s the overwhelming motivation of spirit, commitment of heart and desire of every tribal member as well as other tribes. We can move forward! Just like us the slaves never fathomed the depth of the evil that dwelled inside the ‘lights’ was so vile! They too were caught off guard! But this is a new day! Far different than those of the past! Even though many unjust conditions and biased attitudes remain unchanged, we can achieve our ambitious goal! It’s time to reclaim our land! After all, the ‘lights’ are the ones who’ve reneged on every treaty they’ve signed and slaughtered thousands, maybe millions of our people! A familiar voice to the people interrupts, "We’ve been awaiting the ‘Great Spirit’ for a long, long time! We’ve all shared thoughts and feelings similar to those you now express! But you Silver Fox have put it all together…you’ve a plan! We shall go forward with your vision! (All of the Elders nod their heads approvingly and begin to pound lightly on the table with one fist in a rhythmic beat! A tribal sign of exuberant approval.) Tell us what you need from us! Guide us!" requests Light Feather. Chikoya aka Silver Fox designates Big Cat and Little Flower aka Neemah to begin executing the first phase of this carefully designed plan. (Big Cat’s an engineer by profession and Little Flower an architect.) The demolitions will begin in five days. The drug dealers, flop spaces and drinking places will be first! Great Bear, I request that the council contact the people on the list created by Little Flower and Big Cat and invite them to return home for an emergency summit. Silver Fox suggests. It shall be! declares Great Bear. The sound of many voices, positive discussions, fills the room. Big Cat’s seated in back of Chikoya and taps him on the shoulder. He turns and tilts his head back a little, "Chikoya or I should say Silver Fox! I’m amazed by you! We’ve known each other for many moons, but today! Today! I heard a warrior speak! You’re phenomenal! Your proposal is genius! he praises. Big Cat it’s not that I’m so smart! It’s more of not being blind or ignorant and having full faith and confidence in our people, our Nation! My eyes see truth every day and my heart feels the pain of our young and despair of our old! We’re an intelligent people. We were just too passive in the past! That was the nature of us! But the ‘lights’ have taught us a great lesson and new reality! When I think and read history and realize that had it not been for us they would’ve perished and we wouldn’t be having this conversation he pauses and shakes his head I really want to get mad! They had the audacity to force us on reservations on our own land! It’s definitely time for change! We must create a blanket of security for each of our Elders, council members and their families because they will be targeted! It’s imperative to keep the leadership protected and alive! I know! We know! A security team’s forming at this very minute! Running Bull’s commanding all security. Little Flower and I understand your vision! Don’t be too concerned with security! Trust me it’ll be tight!

Continued

May 4th

Around noon Lauren alerts Janet that Ivory’s on line three. Janet pushes the button, Hi, girl! Is everything alright? Oh, sure! I just wanted to know if you want to eat in? Now Ivory! You know full well how I feel about your cuisine! There’s not a restaurant that shines a light to you! She compliments. Ivory chuckles, Hmmm, hmp! You sure know how to turn on the charm! Okay! I’ll whip something up! See you later. Oh! Would you please put that bottle of champagne on ice? Ivory pauses, Uh…sure! That’s a very special bottle to you! Are you sure? she probes. Oh! I’m so sure! I’ll tell you why when I get home! Has Dr. Oka called? Yes. I’ll tell you about that when you get here! Okay! See you soon!" Janet’s voice and tone was near giddy! A sound Ivory hadn’t heard from her for a while, but was more than delighted to hear! She’ll prepare a meal worthy of the occasion, whatever it is they’re celebrating! She checks the spice cabinet to make sure all of the necessary ones that she’ll require are there and heads out to market. Due to her frequent visits her face’s familiar to the community as well as to the cashiers, stockpersons and proprietors of the various stores .

After speaking with Ivory she remembers the message on her machine from a Dr. Oka. It had to be the same person she’s met! But why had he called her office?

At 3:30 p.m. she turns off her computer and removes her headset. Janet’s ecstatic from the business of the day! She’s successfully navigated negotiations and tied the loose ends of three lucrative contracts! In celebration she gives Lauren and early start to her weekend. She tried to return Dr. Oka’s call but received no answer. She left a message though. Before Lauren leaves the office she helps to move Ivory’s baggage to the entrance. Janet lowers the blinds while simultaneously checking that the windows are secure and all appliances unplugged. At 4:00 p.m. the phone rings. It’s the dispatcher informing her the taxi’s outside. She calls the driver inside and requests him to place the bags in the cab. While he’s taking care of the bags she gathers her belongings, glances around one last time and heads for the door. She arms the alarm, engages the lock and climbs into the taxi en route to 2568 Bamboo Drive, Hacienda Heights, (A suburb southeast of Fairfield, California.) her residence.

A few minutes before five the taxi pulls into her driveway. After the driver’s unloaded the bags she pays the fare, (He’d received his tip earlier!) gathers her belongings, walks thru the garage and climbs the steps entering the kitchen. Delicious aromas waft thru the air! Ivory’s standing at the counter pouring a glass of wine as she enters. Janet gives her the look! She returns the stare, What? What? Did you cook? Janet challenges. Ivory looks at her as if she’s ten heads! Of course! I cooked! Why are we having this conversation? she queries sharply, the corners of her mouth slightly grimacing. Because it’s super clean in here! There’s not a spot to be seen! Ivory chuckles and shakes her head, Now Jae! You know I can’t stand mess and disorder! Oh, yeah! How’d I forget that? she returns sarcastically. Again Ivory shakes her head adding a slight eye roll, Jae! Go and unwind! You really need it! Then you can tell me about this great new thing…uh…I mean man!" The man part startles her! She pauses. In that moment it dawns on her! Ivory thinks it’s a new love that’s the cause of her joy! Uhhh…okay! she returns while lifting Ivory’s glass of wine from the counter. Before continuing to her room she turns to her, Oh. Your bags are in the garage. Thanks, Jae!"

Later Janet emerges refreshed, fragrant and wearing a chic lounging outfit and footies. Ivory’s reclining on the sofa with a fresh glass of wine when she sees Janet drawing near. N-o-w, you look like YOU! You’re visibly relaxed! Come on! I’m dying to know your great news! As she’s about to seat herself she catches a glimpse of something on the dining room table. She diverts her attention from Ivory and walks into the room. She’s speechless at the sight before her! Ten piece pewter service for two, linen dinner napkins, her finest china, crystal flutes and water glasses. In the center of the table an arrangement of white roses and dwarfed Birds of Paradise (rare and expensive), fragrant candles are lit and placed about creating an amazing scent in the room. She walks back to her, Ivory! The table’s absolutely gorgeous! What time’s he coming? Ivory nearly chokes on the wine she’s just sipped! W-h-o-a! Whoa! Calm down! That’s for you! For us! We’re celebrating something…right? An overwhelming feeling of emotion passes over Janet and her eyes well. You did all of this for me? Jae. Come on! It’s nothing for me to cook! What’s- Yeh-yah, Ivory! And we eat off of everyday plates and there’re no flowers nor candles! Well! You sounded so happy I just wanted to make it special! I’m pleased that you like it! With a smile of surrender Janet offers, Thank-you, Ivory! Now tell me the cause of your happiness! she urges. Janet glances toward the ceiling for a moment