The Journal [A Sequel To Maya's Diary]

Chapter Thirty-two

"You need to rest," Leone said to me when we had escaped and gone to my office at Times Daily. Annabelle was still with us and her blonde hair curled to the side when she moved. I somehow noticed such inferior detail when I had a lot running through my head.

"Annabelle! It seems like you and your family have a long history of crimes committed," Leone said turning towards her.

"Why? Don't we?" she replied and I noticed that smirk again. Her lips were void of lipstick this time and were bluntly dry.

"You can be locked up again if you don't behave appropriately," Leone warned.

"I would so love it," she whispered and left the office graciously.

"Maya, what were you doing with her? She's bad news!" Leone said when she had left.

"Actually, she's just what I need to take down the mayor," I replied and settled to type in my story that I had earlier forgot to file in.

"Take down who?"

"The mayor. What part of that statement don't you understand?"

"Umm... All of it," he replied sitting on my desk. I rolled my eyes at him as my fingers ran in a random motion on the keyboard.
I had written an article on the pop culture as my director has wanted it. I quickly printed the files and waited as the printer grunted and brought out an arranged set of papers.

"He is a lunatic. You heard our conversation and for God's sake! You rescued Annabelle and I from a closet at the Mayor's office. What more proof do you need?" I asked. I turned around and hoped no-one heard me.

"Listen! I know what the mayor is, but there are careful approaches to these things. I cannot let you write something derogatory about our mayor. Let me handle this the right way."

"For God's sake, I let you do it your way all these years no more!" I replied and walked into the director's office. I could only imagine him standing there and staring at me fade from sight.

"You were absent from work yesterday and I needed the article yesterday," the director said when I handed it over.

"I'm sorry... I had a lot going on," I replied and thought maybe I should let him know about everything.

"A lot you say? Maya you are my best staff. You write the most amazing articles all the time. Whatever you have going on, you need to get it fixed and put your head back in the game," he replied.

"Mind if we... Talk?" I asked and he offered me a chair. I played my conversation with the mayor and waited for his reaction, "you recognize that voice? That's the person we have ruling us. How can we be called journalists if we don't write the truth? How can we act like these things don't matter?"

"Maya... "

"Please don't tell me not to write a report on this," I replied feeling the sparkly droplets on my eyelids condense.

"I was going to say that I support you. You have my full approval. Write that report and I'll get as much details as I can find. Meanwhile, this is just going to be between the two of us," he said and I nodded repeatedly leaving the office.

The sun had begun to settle and I hadn't noticed. My skin yearned for coffee, so I went to get some at the coffee shop opposite. I sat down to work and replayed our conversation with an earpiece on my ear. I took down a few points I could work on when Tom came again with a plastic cup of coffee on one hand.

"Hello Tom," I said and carefully slid the paper I wrote on under a book.

"Won't you go home?" he asked taking a sip of the coffee and having the rim of the cup settling on his lips. It was only then I noticed that most people had left.

"I will. I just need to go over some things I'm working on," I replied and yawned.

"You really work hard. Congratulations! your article made the front page... again," he said and I thanked him, "so, what are you working on?"

"Umm... Just a little article for the kids. It's not of much importance," I said.

"OK then. I'll see you tomorrow."

I yawned again and turned when I heard my name. That accent had become to common not to notice it or confuse it's origin.

"Gretta," I said. Her features haven't changed much considerably over the years. She had become slightly bent and her wrinkles became much more pronounced.
"I brought someone else with me," she said and stepped aside when a girl who was about five years came forward, "you have to tell her the truth. The herbs stopped the sickness, but didn't take away the dreams. I think the time has come,"

"Eva?" I asked bewildered and staring intently at the young girl.

"Who are you?" she asked.

How was I to begin with the explanation? I hadn't known I had a daughter and suddenly she shows up and I was to tell her about some cult and how she was to be sacrificed? I could only think of one response at that moment every other would come later.

"I'm... I'm your mother."

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