I discovered my passion for writing after I quit my day job. So I began to write fiction stories, self-help books, and articles, blogs, etc.
I sat in bed, my knees curled up against my chest. I couldn’t take it anymore. I found myself wishing for a miracle.
Then my phone rang.
I wondered who it was without looking at the number or caller's name and took the call.
I said, “Hello.”
A male voice responded, which echoed, "Hello. Are you in a fix what to do?"
I said, “Yes, kind of.”
He said, “What is your problem? You can share with me.”
I started to cry quietly.
The voice on the other end said patiently, “Yes, what is it?”
I said, “May I know the caller’s name?”
The caller said, “Didn’t you recognize me, Isabella?”
I said, “That's not my name! Whom are you calling?"
He said, “Does it matter now? I know you are in some problem. You could use my help!”
I said, “Really? Who are you?”
He said, “I am Frank Hale, a lawyer. If you need any kind of help, just tell me.”
I said, “That’s interesting. Where do I start?”
Frank said, “Anywhere- since when are you in this problem?”
I said, “About two weeks.”
He said, “What is your problem about?”
I said, “I lost all my money. I broke up with my boyfriend three days ago. I am unable to pay the rent of my home next month. I don’t know what to do.”
He said, "Are you not working in any job?"
I said, “In fact, I lost my job.”
He said, “And the savings you have spent them all as well?”
I said, ”Yes.”
He said, "I could transform you. But you will have to trust me.”
He further said, “Can I have your name?”
I said, “This is Emma Amana.”
He said, “Thank you. I will be glad to help you out.”
I said, “How can you help me? Tell me.”
He said, “If you are willing, we can meet somewhere.”
I said, “Okay, can we meet in the Swiss Bakery in Bailey Road?"
"All right, I will. My office is quite close to there. When would you like to meet?"
“Tomorrow at 3 p.m.”
“Okay, very well.”
A wave of comfort enveloped me. I felt cheered up talking to the stranger. I lay my head on the pillow. A creepy doubt wanted to agonize the back of my mind. But I warded it off. He would help me out. He was no jerk- he said he could transform me. I believed in him. I trusted him.
With that last thought, I fell asleep.
Morning arrived. It was sunny outside. I pulled open the curtains of the dining space and sipped in coffee. I couldn't have felt better in ages.
I piled up all my debts and my credit card. I put them neatly in my handbag.
I made my bed and vacuumed the floor. I started to cook. I cooked rice and then chicken curry. I also made a vegetable curry.
I showered. I opened my wardrobe, undecided on what I should wear for the afternoon. I finally chose a violet blouse and dark jeans. I decided on what makeup I should wear.
And then I went ahead to continue my reading one of my favorite Sidney Sheldon’s novels. When it was 2:30 p.m, and I already had my lunch, I started to get ready to venture outside.
Bailey Road was only two streets away from my home. So, I decided to reach there walking.
The sunshine was good for my body and soul.
At 3 p.m exactly, I entered the Swiss Bakery.
Somebody else made entrance too at about the same time, and I wondered if he was Frank Hale.
He approached me and asked, “Emma Amana?”
When I said yes, he happily introduced himself, “I am Frank Hale.”
He asked, “Can you tell me briefly how you started losing all your money.”
I said, "I lost my job, and so naturally, I was spending all my savings until I had none."
He said, "Oh, I see! As simple as that. There was nobody's manipulation in it, such as your boyfriend?"
I said, “No, I don’t think so.”
He said, "Okay, first of all, I can offer you the job of secretary in my office. I bet you have sound computer knowledge. If you do well, I can make your job permanent or reassign you somewhere else."
“How much have you plied up in your debts?”
“About $1500 including that on my credit card.”
"Ok, I will pay your monthly salary in advance so that you can handle these. Your monthly salary will be $3000, and you will have to work daily 9-5 on the weekdays.
“Let’s have something to eat now. We are done with the major part of our talking. What would you like to have?”
“Anything you suggest.”
“Okay, chicken patties, pastry and coke. Will that make you happy?”
“Yes, more than happy.”
“Where’s your family? Did you share your problem with them?”
"My family lives in the urban areas. I didn't want to trouble them with my problem."
“After we are done with eating, are you ready to come over and visit my office?”
“Yes, I would like that.”
“Okay, Emma. I will be glad to show you around my office.”
After about six minutes, we were both outside of the Swiss Bakery.
Frank said, “Come on, hop in my car.”
Emma said happily, “Okay.”
Frank was as good as his word. He drove to his office within five minutes through the empty streets. He parked outside of a tall office building and asked me to come out.
I came out and followed him. He pressed 10 on the elevator button. And soon we reached the 10th floor.
He showed me around in the floor but there wasn’t anybody working right now. As he said, “Most of us are on coffee breaks at this time.”
Frank already did have a secretary. He introduced me to her. “Yes, Emma this is my main secretary, Sophia. You will be my assistant secretary. Sophia, meet Emma.”
We both shook hands.
Frank showed me my working space. And he said, “My assistant secretary left only two days ago. So, I am happy to fill you in her place. I am sure you will enjoy your new job. I will email you all the documents you should be sending me to have your job placed. Leave your email with Sophia.”
While I was telling her my email, Frank went to his office. He then called me in. And I went in.
It was a beautiful pale blue office with a spectacular view from his windows.
I seated myself in one of the blue seats in front of him as he ushered me to do so.
He said, “Take a week to familiarize yourself with this place. There is no real pressure at this time. Ask Sophia whatever you need. You will join next Monday if your documents come through all right.”
He finally asked, “Are you happy, Emma?”
I said, “Everything is happening too fast for me. That is why I am slow to respond.”
He said, “You will be happy here, I am sure.”
I said, “I suppose so.”
I left Frank’s office and took a cab to my apartment.
I checked my emails and found Frank’s email asking me to email some documents to finalize my job. I had all the documents ready in a folder on my laptop and sent them immediately and waited in anticipation.
Finally, in the evening, the much-awaited email showed up in my inbox, confirming my job.
I had saved Frank’s number, and it was him calling me in a few minutes.
“Am I able to settle you in your life?”
“Yes, Frank, I thank you from the core of my heart. But there’s something else.”
“What is it, Emma? You can ask me freely.”
“Financially, I am covered. But how to fill up the space of my boyfriend? I don’t know much about the dating world, Frank.”
“That’s okay. I can restore that area. How about a date with me tomorrow evening at the Great Wall Chinese Restaurant, Emma?”
“I am gratified at your kindness. I will be delighted to go on a date with you. By the way, are you single?”
“Yes, Emma. I am looking for women as well.”
“Great to know that, Frank.”
I had another fully asleep night.
© 2021 Rosina S Khan