The Marisol Deception - Part 3

Updated on November 17, 2019
Area 51
Area 51


This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Marisol and President Dickinson
Marisol and President Dickinson

From Part 2

Marisol pushed in her chair and walked to a world map on the wall. "Mr. President." Dickinson rolled his eyes. Marisol continued, "Yes, Mr. President you've earned my respect. If you notice on the map, there are red areas. And if you notice, most of these red areas appear in the United States.

"These red areas represent those who have gone missing. The missing are part of a larger worldwide group that threatens world peace. They're known as Christians. They needed to be removed so that we may continue to move forward toward world peace."

"So they were removed. To where?"

"Mr. President, perhaps a better word is eliminated. They have been destroyed. But not to worry. It was done quickly and humanely."

"Wait a minute! You can't just come flying in here from lightyears away and take our people and indiscriminately destroy them."

Marisol was beginning to lose patience."We just did - and it wasn't indiscriminately. We only took the Christians. Like I said, our technology is far advanced. We have the ability to be selective."

Dickinson folded his arms on the desk and rested his head on them.

"Mr. President," Marisol continued. "You've been placed here for such a time a this. You are the one - the one to lead not only America but the world to peace. I am here to guide you through the process. But it's time. It's time to rise up and be the leader you were created to be. This is your purpose. This is your destiny - to lead the world to peace."

It took several minutes for it all to sink in. Then the weight fell on Dickinson's shoulders.

"And just how are we going to do that?"

"You mean, how are you going to do that?"

Ashburn Virginia
Ashburn Virginia


George Oliver worked as a security guard at E. T. Moore Manufacturing close to his home in Ashburn, Virginia. He would soon be up for his yearly evaluation but didn't expect it to go badly. He was faithful, loyal, a real company man. His only regret was that he was required to work the night shift. Now, at the age of 52, he felt his life slipping away. What had he accomplished? What would he accomplish?

His wife, Claire, wasn't able to adjust to night work any better than George. Her nights were filled with loneliness while George worked. Her days were the same as George slept. It became obvious to Claire, that in her mind, she deserved more - much more. It was only a matter of time until George's frustration met with Claire's feelings of entitlement.

That put Kinsley in the middle. Although at the age of 27, she longed to be free of her parents, she felt responsible to take of them. Claire used George's work for an excuse to overindulge in the good life. Her credit cards were maxed out. Writing bad checks had become a dangerous way of life. She'd worry about paying the fees later. Later came at a moment she wasn't expecting.

Claire's life took an unexpected turn while George spent his days sleeping. She had emptied the bank account and had to do something before George found out. It was at this time and under these circumstances, she felt the need for a strong shot of something - anything that would numb the pain. She drove over to the Ashburn Pub and settled in at the bar.

She struggled to find enough change in her purse to buy a drink. That did not escape the eye of a man sitting in the corner of the room. He walked over to the bar. "Hello, my name is Jeffrey Harding. Would you be so kind as to allow me to buy that drink for you?"

A grateful Claire agreed. One drink led to the next - and to the next. It wasn't long until Claire found herself in Jeffery's plush apartment. He poured her another drink. It wasn't long until Claire found herself in Jeffrey's arms. She returned with a promise to meet him later that night.

George gathered himself for work. Throwing on his official security jacket, he grabbed the keys and gave Claire a quick kiss before leaving. Claire felt relieved as he walked out the door. A minute later George was back. "Oh, Honey! I forgot my lunch. Can you grab the bag on the counter?"

Claire obediently handed George his brown bag and he was off. On his drive to E. T. Moore's, George had to wonder why when he left the first time Claire seemed down, worn-out, like usual. When he surprisingly returned to get his lunch, she seemed as if she were floating on air, at least until she saw him. George concluded it didn't really matter. He had work to do, and in his mind, Claire would be heading off to bed soon. He didn't realize how accurate that assessment was.

Fortunately for Claire, Kinsley's business as a real estate agent had taken off. Real estate in the Ashburn area was booming and Kinsley was glad to be a part of it. Her awards continued to grow as her sales climbed. She already nearly doubled last year's sales and there were still two months to go in the sales cycle.

That was good because the bills at the Oliver house steadily increased from month to month. Kinsley had a feeling she knew why. She noticed there was also money missing from her checking account. It was time to confront Claire.

"Mom! I need to talk to you about my checking account . . . Mom! . . . Where are you?"

Claire was nowhere to be found. But then again nobody checked Jeffrey Harding's apartment. Kinsley called George.

"Dad, Mom's missing! She's not here! I looked everywhere! And I looked again. Dad. she's missing!"

"Okay, okay. Calm down, Sweetheart. I'll on my way. Don't go anywhere until I get home. I don't want to have to look for two missing persons. If you hear from her, call me on my cell."

Within minutes, George pulled into the driveway, his headlights focused on the garage door. He hit the remote and the door began to rise. Claire's car was gone. By that time, Kinsley made her way to the driveway.

"Don't worry, Sweetheart. Her car is gone. She's probably just out for a drive. She'll be back, I'm sure. I gotta get back to work."

"Dad, you're not even concerned?"

"She'll be back. Just relax. She'll be home soon."

George drove off.

4:00 a. m. and Kinsley was waiting on the couch when Claire finally arrived home. "Mom! Where have you been?"

Claire snapped, "It's none of your business."

"I think it is. You're drunk, aren't you Mom? You had us all worried. It's not like you to go out in the middle of the night. Now, tell me, what's going on?"

"What do you mean you were all worried? Your father doesn't know about this, does he?"

"Of course, he does. He left work to find you. He came home and found your car missing. He said you probably just went for a drive and that you'd be back soon. That was three hours ago - real soon, Mom."

Claire was becoming more agitated by the minute. She slurred, "Well, he doesn't need to know about this, young lady. Just keep your mouth shut."

"Mom, level with me. Where were you and what were you doing?"

In her drunken state, she mumbled, "I met the nicest man. He's so kind and considerate - not like your father. He's never home."

"Mom! Dad has to work all the time because you spend all the money he makes. There's is barely enough money to cover the bills each month. Which reminds me, money is missing from my checking account. What do you know about that?"

The night took its toll on Claire. She slumped down in the recliner fast asleep. Kinsley finally thought through what she said and began to shake her. Claire sat up. "Mom, you had an affair, didn't you?" You had an affair. While Dad is out there killing himself for you, you're messing around with some other guy. Mom! How could you?"

Clearly the alcohol was in control. Claire tried to answer. Kinsley decided to go another direction. If she eased up, maybe Claire would spill all of her heart.

"So Mom. You had an affair? Who is the guy? Anybody I know?"

Slurring through her teeth and with drooping eyes, Claire spoke. "No. Nobody you know. His name is Jeffrey Harding. He just came back from a business trip to Nevada."

"And what kind of business is he involved with?"

"He didn't say. And it really isn't important. He's just so darling."

Kinsley was doing her best to remain calm. "So, you really like this guy, huh Mom?"

"Oh, yes. It's been years since I've felt like this. I feel like a schoolgirl again."

"You're going to see him again?"

"Of course." Anger rose up once more before Claire succumbed to sleep. "And your Dad doesn't need to know anything about this. Like I said, it's nobody's business but mine. You better keep your mouth shut."

© 2019 William Kovacic


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    • lifegate profile imageAUTHOR

      William Kovacic 

      2 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      It is sad, Denise. And yes, it happens all too often. Problems are about to unravel bedcoause of this.Thanks for stopping by!

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      Denise McGill 

      2 months ago from Fresno CA

      That is so sad. Worse because it happens all too often today. I would say the daughter should get her own place but the economy is such today that if you can stay home for as long as possible, it is better to do so.



    • lifegate profile imageAUTHOR

      William Kovacic 

      2 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Kinsley definitely has a long road ahead of her. Claire's might be longer. Thanks for a second read, Eric.

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      Eric Dierker 

      2 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Claire does not need a lobotomy she already go one. Oh yes our good friend the booze. Lack of morality and booze, what a fine combo. I don't buy any other excuses. Kinsley is screwed.

    • lifegate profile imageAUTHOR

      William Kovacic 

      7 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Claire - get a clue? Are you kidding, Lori?

    • lifegate profile imageAUTHOR

      William Kovacic 

      7 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Claire - get a clue? Are you kidding, Lori?

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      Lori Colbo 

      7 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Don't know how I missed this. Claire better get a clue.

    • lifegate profile imageAUTHOR

      William Kovacic 

      8 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      The confusion will be cleared shortly, Bill. And, yes. It's a bad decision.

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      Bill Holland 

      8 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I'm thinking this is a bad decision, but it is a cool detour for sure. Looking forward to you leading us out of the confusion.

    • lifegate profile imageAUTHOR

      William Kovacic 

      8 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      I'd love to hear your guess, Dora. Just one of those little pieces to the puzzle. It will make sense soon. thanks for coming by for a visit. I look forward to seeing you.

    • lifegate profile imageAUTHOR

      William Kovacic 

      8 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      I don't know, Ruby, if she'll figure it out or not. Maybe in the next episode, but u doubt it. As always, I'm glad you took time out to stop by!

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      Dora Weithers 

      8 months ago from The Caribbean

      Okay, Bill. I'm wondering how this episode will connect with the main plot. I'm guessing.

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      Ruby Jean Richert 

      8 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Your story took a U turn, very intriguing. Let's hope she realizes that only heartache is around the corner. Until the next time.

    • lifegate profile imageAUTHOR

      William Kovacic 

      8 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Hmm? I winder, Eric. I wonder. I guess we'll see - at some point! thanks for coming by, Buddy!

    • Ericdierker profile image

      Eric Dierker 

      8 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Hmm? Perhaps this affair will change some hearts. Sometimes I think they do. But I must say Harding sounds evil.


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