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Sneak Peek//{Ehredt:New Collaborative Story}

Posted on 12/10/2012

Ehredt
Collaboration by Dee & Neynie

Bluff Springs, TX

Yohannes Ehredt sat in the dimly-lit board room of Ehredt Corp after the company’s shareholders meeting. It had been business as usual, with his associates listening to the reports of company representatives from almost every field within Ehredt Corp. However, one field was absent at the meeting: Ehredt Green. The corporation had recently created the new branch to appease environmentalists who claimed that the company was putting the environment in danger with its strong presence in the petroleum field. It had already been three months since the development of the green technology division, yet there was little to show for its creation, and the outside pressure to promote environmentally safe technology was growing day by day.

The lights in the board room flickered off before turning on again, causing the CEO to turn in his seat and face the perpetrator.

“Oh. I didn’t know you were in here,” Issa Olembo’s hand hovered over the light switch by the door. “I just came to turn off the lights.” Noting the look on his longtime friend and employer’s face, Issa paused. “Everything alright, Yohan?”

“It’s time, Issa,” came Yohannes’ reply.

Issa’s eyes widened, and he slowly shut the door behind him and neared the great oak table. “Sir?”

“Make the call.”

 

Dubai

“Well, mabrook, Mr. Haddad,” Neim Alssous patted his heavy hand on his best friend’s back. “I heard about the promotion from Bette. You’re the second best man for the job.”

Samir Haddad smiled. “Ha. Good one, Neim,” he replied, his eyes still on the landscape before them.

They stood on the 11th floor balcony of the Ehredt Corp office, located in Dubai. The Dubai office was the most successful and most luxurious of the branches, as seen in the building’s architecture.

“For someone who just got a promotion, you don’t seem too excited. Maybe I should tell Boss that I’m more qualified. It’s not like it’d be a lie, anyway.”

When he didn’t receive a quick comeback, Neim frowned. Typically, Samir would offer a dry insult in response. “Something wrong?”

Samir leaned over the rail of the balcony. “The office is in America.”

“And that’s cause to pout?”

“In Texas,” Samir specified, looking over at his friend.

Neim winced. “Isn’t that the place with the boots and the horses, and the—”

“Yes, Neim. That’s Texas.”

“Ana asif, my brother,” Neim shook his head before chuckling. “I guess you can’t have your cake and eat it too, right?”

Samir rubbed his jaw. “A promotion is a promotion. This is a good thing, and I shouldn’t complain.”

“You’re right. Maybe you can purchase a horse and settle down with a blond-haired, blue-eyed cowgirl in a little house on the prairie,” Neim mused with a smirk. “A nice, quiet life for you. Your parents would love it.”

“Thanks for the support, Neim,” Samir rolled his eyes. He straightened and headed back inside the building to his office. “You’re always good with that.”

With a wicked grin on his lips, Neim ambled after him. “I wonder if there are any local shops that can make you a cowboy hat. Yeehaw!”

 

Broome, West Australia

The cool breeze glided along the sandy shores of Roebuck Bay, tugging at the reeds standing tall against a crouching figure. In the meadow of green fields and sand bays, the unassuming character remained still as the tall reeds of grass swayed against narrow shoulders. The waves crashing against the bay and seagulls cawing overhead were the only sounds that could hear for miles. At 5 in the morning, not many residents roamed in the shadowed shores of the Bay. A lone eagle swooped down, crossing the water and teasing the bent reeds with its lowered wings. The crouching human remained undeterred, barely flinching when the eagle steered toward the hat propped sideways.

Then a bleating sound of a car horn interrupting the droning sounds around, alerting the eagle who shot up into the sky and the bent figure finally stirred, peering up from the shade of the beige canvas hat. Lifting a gloved hand that held thin strands of what appeared to be weeds, the figure slowly stood to full height.

Up the hill, a jeep thundered down the bumpy terrain onto the flat sandy plain. Its squeaky brakes distressed the seagulls who now scattered in the air, wings flapping noisily against the rumbling of the jeep’s engine. Then a person dressed in similar gear to that of the one watching stepped out of the jeep and raced over to the swaying reeds.

“Phone call from the States!” the driver spoke over the scawing seagulls and walked over, holding out a cellphone.

The other took up the phone and turned toward the sea. “Adina speaking.”

For a few minutes, only the waves responded as the phone conversation went on without so much of a word from Adina. The driver bent over the tall reeds of grass and reached to touch one but Adina nudged at the hand with a knee.

“Okay, when exactly did you want this to happen?” Adina spoke, squatting also to tug at another weed-like plant from the ground. “Tonight? Isn’t that a bit too early?”

Adina’s shoulders lifted helplessly and then a sigh. “Okay, my colleague and I will take the next flight out.” A pause and then Adina nodded. “Right, I know. See you soon.”

Once the conversation ended and Adina lowered the phone, the driver finally spoke. “Where are we going?

“Headquarters.” Adina pulled off the hat, long curly dark hair fell onto her shoulders and she released a heavy sigh. “In Bluff Springs.”

There was a long silence between the two as they squatted; staring at the bare ground once occupied by the plants Adina had just pulled out. The driver sighed, pushing off the hat and rubbed the back of her neck. “Why now?”

“I guess we’ll find out when we get there,” Adina replied, standing to her feet and heading for the jeep.

“We’re leaving tonight?” The driver called, sauntering after her. “But we’re not prepared to leave yet!”

Adina jumped into the driver’s seat, handing the phone back to her companion. “It’s not up for discussion. The headquarters have decided and we’ll follow,” she said in a no-nonsense tone that rendered the driver speechless.

With both in contemplative silence, Adina turned the jeep around and moseyed up the hill. Not a few moments later and the droning waves and cawing seagulls returned, undisturbed until the sun fully shone out.

Strangers of the Past: Part XII

Posted on 11/10/2012

The three men stood in stoic silence, their gazes probing hers while Warren eyed her curiously, waiting for her to accept or decline the request of these seemingly-humble men. She knew better than to just simply accept their request, recalling the trouble they’d caused her earlier. With a smirk tucked in her cheek, Ameya turned her full attention to her boss. “How much?”

Warren’s lips widened into a full grin. “It’s up to you and these fine gentlemen to discuss the terms.” He gestured to one of the men standing by his side now, a burly man with a full beard that covered his square chin and probing dark eyes. “Why don’t you introduce yourself—”

“We’ve met before already…” Ameya muttered, raising a brow at the silent men watching her. She frowned at their intense staring and cleared her throat. “Why did you request for me? There are many other tour guides that could easily do what you request?”

The dark-skinned man with the full beard nodded and took a step toward her. Ameya shifted back instinctively and frowned. He held up a hand to still her anxious thoughts. “Allow me to explain, Ameya…” His voice was gentle and had a hint of an accent that seemed familiar but she couldn’t quite place where she’d heard it before. He smiled, revealing a slight gap in between his teeth. “I am Marcus and this guy behind me is Hapta. The man behind you is my brother, Jonathan.”

Ameya surveyed the red-haired man called Hapta who regarded her with a bored expression but didn’t turn around to the silent, tanned man towering over her.  Something about his gray eyes staring down at her so intently was settling and she didn’t like the feeling of her body trembling at the sight of him.

Shifting a step away from him and consequently closer to the burly man who didn’t give her the shivers, she managed a nod for him to continue.

Marcus nodded. “You see, my brother Jonathan is an aspiring novelist and we’re here to help him research and write his first novel…” His eyes swept over her face and over her head to where Jonathan undoubtedly stood in silence. “Based on a true story.”

To say that her interest was piqued would’ve been an understatement. For some reason, she didn’t find it surprising that the silent man behind her had a penchant for the pen since most of the reserved people in the island were poetic souls. Still Ameya maintained her poker face and nodded. “So how can I possibly help with this?”

“Research,” Hapta piped in and stepped forward as well. “We need someone who knows this island from top to bottom, and can offer us the needed expertise to research for the novel appropriately.” He nodded in Marcus’ direction and the burly, dark man nodded in reply.

Warren who still stood by Ameya’s side kept quiet, merely watching the two talking men with a smile. He had his arms folded, waiting for Ameya’s curiosity of their request to be satisfied.

Ameya raised a brow, not completely convinced. “There are other guides that can offer as much expert advice, more so than I can…”

“Not true,” Warren finally spoke and all three men plus Ameya turned to face him. “Although you are my most difficult employee, Ameya…” he paused with a smile when she wrinkled her nose at him and chuckled before continuing. “You are one of the tourists’ favorite guides. They always talk about your interesting anecdotes when exploring the island.” He shrugged. “Even with all the inconvenient scheduling conflicts, they like you.” He glanced over Ameya’s shoulder at the man standing behind her. “I’m sure you will be of much help to Mr. Jonathan.”

Again, as if she could see this Mr. Jonathan staring down her back, warm shivers skittered up her spine. Ameya straightened her back and squared her jaw as the two men in front of her smiled warmly at Warren. She cleared her throat to get their attention. “I will have to think some more about it,” Ameya said once their gazes were focused on her again.

Hapta’s smile disappeared completely and Marcus’ dark brow lifted inquisitively. “How much time?” the red-haired man started to ask but halted when Marcus discreetly cleared his throat.

Ameya raised a brow when Hapta rolled his eyes heavenward before she turned to face Marcus, the less intimidating and annoying of the three men. “How much are you offering to pay?”

Marcus started to smile. “How much do you require?”

“Twenty US dollars an hour.”

Warren choked in laughter and shook his head. “Now, Ameya…”

Ameya didn’t bother looking at him. “To compensate for cancelling my other gig.”

“Is that all?” Marcus asked, his voice tinted with amusement.

“Be careful what you ask this one,” Warren warned in half-mirth, clucking his tongue at Ameya as if she was his trouble child.

Jonathan watched with sorrowful silence at the ease of Marcus and Ameya’s conversation, feeling like he was an intruder. The cold and dismissive way she regarded him was more than disheartening but for her to easily speak and communicate with Marcus suddenly made him even more insecure. He squelched down the anxiety within and just kept his eyes focused on her squared shoulders.

Ameya harrumphed at Warren’s open jesting. “I have some stipulations…”

“Go on,” Marcus said patiently while Hapta steeled himself from scoffing aloud.

“I pick the times and the dates that I will show you the island,” Ameya began, folding her arms across her chest. She could see Warren’s brows lifting at her stern tone and knew she was probably pushing her boundaries. Still she persisted. “If I take this job, I will allow you to suggest and request places of interest for the tour. However, if I deem the place of interest as unfruitful or a waste of my time—“

Marcus, who all this time had maintained his cool, suddenly spurted laughter from his tight lips, Ameya paused in speech. Hapta quickly glanced over to his friend, surprised also. Warren merely grinned and Ameya knew the silent man behind her was probably gaping at a now giggling Marcus.

She narrowed her eyes at him and once he managed to swallow a laugh, Ameya cleared her throat. “Did I say something funny?”

He shook his head, pinching his mouth with two fingers. “I’m sorry…” Straightening his face, he steadied his gaze on her. “We completely understand. Right guys?” He glanced over her head, his brows lifted inquisitively.

Figuring Marcus was silently imploring to the man behind her, Ameya steeled herself for another bout of shivers and turned to face the man behind her. He blinked in surprise and so did she, the words hanging off her tongue but she couldn’t articulate it, having forgotten to breathe.

The solemnity in his slate-gray eyes stirred something in her, the warm shivers down her spine now stronger than ever but she couldn’t turn her face away. Something about the emotions displayed so plainly in his eyes reminded her of something… of someone.

 —-

It wasn’t until they left not long after agreeing to her odd stipulations before she completely shook off the strange feeling. Now standing in the middle of Warren’s small but airy office room, Ameya realized that she’d been daydreaming. Blinking, she noticed Warren staring at her oddly and sighed heavily. “Was I too harsh?”

He smirked, leaning back in his squeaking chair. “What do you think?”

Ameya shrugged. “Well, you should’ve talked with me first,” she muttered like a petulant child.

Warren chuckled lowly. “You’re welcome…” He shook his head incredulously. “As far as I am concerned, you got yourself a pay increase.”

“Not much thanks to you, by the way.” With a smile, she walked over to the chair opposite him and perched on the arm, folding her arms. “In honesty, do you believe their story?”

He tilted his head at her. “You don’t?”

“Three American men come to St. Lucia to write a novel…” She wrinkled her nose. “It is hard to believe that type of story.”

“Are you hesitating because they borrowed your car?”

Ameya scowled disapprovingly. “Stole it, and no I will not hesitate… I will take the job.”

Warren nodded approvingly. “You would be a fool not to.” He eyed her as she rose to her feet and straightened her work shirt. “When should I tell them you have agreed?”

She glanced down at the table, twisting her lips in deep thought.

“Ameya…” he urged softly. When she looked back at him, Warren raised his brows.

With a sigh, she pushed back the thick tendrils of hair from her face as a sign of pent-up frustration with her thoughts. “I will tell them myself. Give me their hotel address.” She held out a hand.

—-

Once Ameya convinced both herself and Warren that she would begin her new job as tour guide to the American men, Warren watched with a smile on his face as she strolled out of his office five minutes later. Waiting until the front door of the building slammed after her, he then reached for the phone resting on his desk and quickly dialed a number.

Propping the phone with his shoulder pressed to his ear, Warren pulled out a folder buried underneath the stack of papers and flipped the top. The dial tone stopped and a deep voice answered inaudibly. Warren’s smile widened. “It’s me… Yes, they just left.”

He flipped a blank page as the voice replied in muffled tones on the other end, and he reached for a printed photograph of four people standing together, two couples; the men flanking their identical female companions. He could pick out three familiar faces out of the four and grinned even wider at his discovery. “It’s them, I’m sure of it,” he said softly, nodding his head affirmatively.

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