Anna Stephens shook her head and glared at the technician. He had just given her the news that someone destroyed the set up programs on the new network link she had been working on over the last month.

“Joe, did anyone ever tell you never to trust those admin types? They’re damn useless.” Anna shouted at him in a tone that brooked no reply.

Joe Lancer looked at her with eyes full of fear. This was definitely not going down well. To make the odd mistake was okay, for he’d made his fair share, but something told him this was different. He would, of course, take the blame even if it hadn’t been his fault this time.

“I am sorry Ms. Stephens, I guess I blew it again huh?” The timid technician replied as he waited for her to dismiss him - hopefully for the last time today.

Anna glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was eight in the evening. She was hungry and tired. With the problems that had transpired over the last couple of months at work she had little time to eat or sleep. Changing over some of the public office systems to more sophisticated programs certainly was not the pushover everyone thought.

“Get out of here Joe and see me in my office first thing in the morning and I mean first thing!” Anna growled at him, glancing back at the screen, shaking her head at the mess that would take at least another two hours of solid concentration to put back together.

‘Fuck those untrained birdbrains that always seem to end up dealing with my department. Damn! ‘ They needed the work, otherwise she would have to terminate some of her people and she wasn’t going to let that happen.

Joe glanced once more at her dark head bent over the computer as he left the room. He knew what was coming tomorrow and it wouldn’t be good.

* * *

Mandrake Roman looked out of her skylight window and smiled gently at the wonderful array of stars.  God, the night was so beautiful with its midnight blue background and the clusters of bright, electric white stars that sparkled in the night.  She had never understood the science behind the heavenly bodies.  Mandrake looked at them with a frivolous, romantic notion and hoped that one day she could venture out into space and see it all for herself.  Chuckling at the thought, she turned back to the desktop computer that adorned the far side of her small apartment.  Her computer was her lifeline!

Mandrake traveled when she was in her early twenties trying to find herself. Then, she had married hoping that children would be the solution to her restless thoughts. Unfortunately, a child hadn’t been the answer. Today she was divorced; head librarian in a branch of the Chicago library and her daughter was in college. Juliet was a most confident woman, a surprise considering her daughter’s parentage.

David had been a nice, small town guy. He wanted a devoted wife, two children, a good job, and a house in the suburbs. He’d ended up the local drunk, with no prospects at all, a wife who grew to hate him, and his only child wanting nothing more than to leave home.

Mandrake had been a fool to marry him. She finally took the steps to leave David and set out on her own when Juliet was ten, bringing up her daughter in a happier home.

She was so lonely, though! Mandrake’s arrival over a year ago from her tiny community had been a culture shock. However, Chicago was where her daughter was, and although they saw each other only once a week, it was enough to know that they were in the same city. An added bonus was that work was less than two blocks from her apartment and it paid enough to keep Juliet in college.

Turning on the computer, Mandrake put in her password and waited for it to load up.

* * *

Samantha Kapinski smiled at the computer monitor. There she was: Sentinel, the person who made the word ‘virtually’ come alive. Sam had been talking to Sentinel via the chat rooms for better than a year now. They were friends in an obscure, virtual way. Sam held out hope that it could develop into something more - perhaps, even an intimate personal relationship. Of course, that would mean they would have to meet in real life someday.
 

Sam smiled. It was always the same with Sentinel. She asked questions, but never gave much away of herself.
 

Samantha had heard that on so many occasions. She wanted desperately to ask Sentinel to go out for a walk in the park. Their friendship had progressed enough to know they lived in the same city.
 

Samantha looked at the flickering screen and smiled. It was always something.

* * *

Anna wiped a hand over her eyes and glared at the screen. The novice who did this would certainly pay in the morning; that was certain.

Looking at her stark, yet serviceable office, she grimaced, it reflected her life. Yeah, kind of barren, but at least she connected with people on the net and that would have to do for now. She didn’t have time for relationships in her real life. On the net you could walk away and not turn up for days and no one batted an eyelid but in real life…well, that was something else again.

As she walked toward the elevator, she glanced at her watch. It was very late. Even her apartment would be inviting and she did look forward to chatting on the net when she returned home.

An hour later, Anna, whose screen name was Trojan, was in her usual chat area. The same people turned up, nothing exciting, but at least familiar. Hell, in this day and age it was difficult enough to meet people physically; at least virtually was better than nothing.

The Internet was as anonymous as you wanted it to be. An identity could be fact or fiction. You could claim that you were next in line to take over a corporation; who would know for sure? Some of Anna’s previous cyberspace experiences had led her to be quite cautious. She never volunteered much more information other than she was in the same state as Kapski and Sentinel. They did not know her real name, where she worked, where she lived, her marital status or if she had children. Then again, what did she know about some of the others? Kapski, Danni and Leroy gave a little more away, but as for Sentinel, she didn’t have a clue. Guess she was cautious as well, couldn’t blame her.

Anna recalled some of the odd characters she came across in the first few months in chat rooms. In one, there was an obnoxious guy who badgered her constantly for a date, until she blocked him.  Another time, she found herself in ‘Bill’s Little Mistakes’. Within five minutes, Anna was inundated with questions about her sexuality by a couple of odd screen names. That was ‘Anna’s Big Mistake’!  The kid’s room was her most embarrassing to date. She had been having quite an interesting discussion with someone called ‘Elkective’ about the current state of politics, only to find out later the entire group was still in high school. God, had she been fooled!

Finally, she had, by a missed keying error, found her way to ‘Oasis’. There she met Kapski and Danni and within a month Leroy and Sentinel joined them. There were also quite a few lurkers, so in the end, the five swapped email addresses and arranged specific nights and times to chat. Now it was a private club. They were beginning to feel like old friends. Anna thought of them in the familiar way you do while putting on your most comfortable house slippers. Exactly what she was looking for! No confrontations, no one with a personal agenda or with malicious machinations. They were just a bunch of people who had things in common and enjoyed a relaxing time together. What more could you ask for?
 

* * *

After leaving the chat room, Anna surfed the web for a few more minutes. Her attention was drawn to the instant message list. One of the gang was still online, which in itself wasn’t unusual. The fact that it was this particular member did make her wonder and smile at the same time.
 

Two hours later, Anna turned off her computer. It occurred to her that for the first time in months she actually had enjoyed talking with someone. Even loosening up to actually admitting her middle name: that was a first!

Tomorrow was another day and she was actually looking forward to it. Especially as Sentinel had agreed to another private chat tomorrow evening. Yep, things were looking up in a big way.

* * *

Chapter Two

“Joe, tell me! What kind of an idiotic name is Mandrake Roman?” Anna Stephens shouted at the technician in charge of running the computer systems of the library area.

“Well, Ms. Stephens I’m sure her parents had a good reason for the name at the time.”

Even though Anna spent hours the night before clearing errors and resetting everything, no one had seen fit to advise the head librarian that she couldn’t use the machine. It took Mandrake Roman just a short time to wipe out Anna’s hard work.

“Mandrake. It sounds like a farm animal with about the same intelligence level. So, where is she?”

“She went for coffee.” There was no way Joe was going to tell his boss that Ms. Roman had been less than appreciative of Anna’s efforts.

 “Coffee! How the hell does she have time to do that when her systems are down?”  These so-called intellectuals really have no idea of real life.  God give me strength.

“Want me to find out if she’s coming? Maybe I could get you some coffee too?”  Joe had seen the thunderclouds in her eyes before and he knew what was coming wasn’t going to be pleasant.

 “Yeah! And do it quickly or I will keep the fucking system down until next weekend.”

Joe fled the area and went toward the snack machines. He saw the small brown haired woman talking animatedly with a tall, thin, bespectacled co-worker. The man was clearly interested in her body more than the conversation, if his roaming eyes were anything to go by.

 “Ms. Roman.”

She smiled at him with warm brown eyes and her plain features lit up as she did so.

“Yes Mr. Lancer, what can I do for you?” Mandrake was happy for the interruption. Ken Peterson’s eyes always gave her the creeps.

“My boss is here, Ms. Roman. Would you mind spending some time talking about your problems with her?”

“Don’t tell me the high and mighty Anna Stephens has come down to operator level and on a Saturday, too? Must be a first!” Ken Peterson said sarcastically.

“Perhaps the problems we have require expert help.”

Joe smiled at the diplomacy of the woman. He hoped Anna didn’t do one of her usual numbers on Mandrake Roman.  He liked her.

“No, Stephens wouldn’t muddy those ‘expert’ hands on this type of project, right, Lancer?”

“Ms. Roman if you wouldn’t mind my boss would appreciate your presence.” Joe declined to answer the odious man.

“Lead the way Mr. Lancer, I look forward to meeting your boss.”

* * *

The Manager of Operations watched through hooded eyelids as Joe and the librarian walked toward her. The woman had to take several steps to Joe’s one, in order to keep up with his long stride, but she still smiled in everyone’s direction as she sailed through the room.  So, this was Mandrake Roman!

As she waited patiently, Anna tapped a pencil on the side of her thigh. To others, it appeared to indicate that Anna was irritated. In truth, the unconscious movement had become a habit while she was in deep thought.

“Ms. Stephens, please meet Ms. Roman. Ms. Roman, Ms. Stephens.”

Anna’s gray eyes narrowed slightly. She needed her specs! In her haste to get this over with, she had left the glasses in her car.

“Ms. Roman?” Anna held out a hand, which was taken with a slight nod from the other woman, surprising Anna with its firmness as they shook hands.

“Ms. Stephens, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Mandrake smiled warmly at the rather morose looking woman tapping a pencil at her side.

Anna flicked her a quizzical look, “All bad I suppose?”

Mandrake gave a soft chuckle as she responded. “No, far from it. You are considered an expert in your field.”

Anna gave a brief, tight smile and inclined her head toward the flickering screen.

“I reset all the programmes after someone wiped them out yesterday. Now it appears that the same situation has occurred. Care to shed some light on that?”

Mandrake saw the shift in body posture. “Yes, that would be me.”

Anna glanced at her quickly. Well, at least she didn’t lie about it!

“On both occasions?”

Mandrake inclined her head, “Yes, I’m afraid so.”

Anna gave out a sigh of exasperation. What can you say to honest acceptance of someone’s own ineptitude?

“Do you have any experience with computers at all, Ms. Roman?”

“Actually, yes, I do! Does that surprise you?” Mandrake watched as Anna turned her lip at the comment, obviously not impressed.

“I did wonder, I must admit. So, exactly what did you do to erase the programmes? Perhaps, then, I can let you know what not to do in the future.”

Mandrake looked at the woman who was probably about ten years her junior. Although, Anna had a gloomy expression that made her features look quite harsh; she had a very attractive face.

“I’d better sit and show you, hadn’t I?”

Anna moved aside to allow Mandrake access to the desk. The screen saver was flickering brightly with a multitude of stars.

“By all means.” Anna watched as the librarian entered her password. At least, there was a fail safe, if you could call it that.

* * *

Joe watched his boss discreetly from his monitor position and shook his head for about the fifth time in as many minutes.

Anna Stephens’ stance was becoming more and more agitated. She tried to simulate the programmes and teach the head librarian how to use them without deleting everything. Two hours later, it was proving to be an up hill battle.

“Ms. Roman, for the tenth time, you do not use THAT command to move THAT information to THAT location. It’s simple you use THIS command. How many more times must I explain?” Anna Stephens was beyond exasperation; she was angry. This computer illiterate was preventing her from going home then eating a hot meal and tumbling into bed for a well-deserved nap.

Mandrake Roman heard the anger in the voice that was giving her quiet, but forceful instructions.  It was okay, but some things are more difficult than others to grasp. She just didn’t understand what this woman was trying to point out to her; too much jargon, definitely information overload.

“Ms. Stephens, I’m sure with your familiarity of the programmes, it is simple...for you. However, I am afraid that, for me, with my limited knowledge of the system, it is difficult to understand.  Perhaps your associate may have more luck in teaching me, as it appears I irritate you with my ineptitude?” Mandrake spoke softly; only the woman at her side heard her and noted the slight flush of the cheeks.

Anna stood up erect from her stooping position at Mandrake’s side, let out a heavy sigh, and spun around abruptly as she went towards her technician.

“Joe, my talents as an educator appear to be less than successful with Ms. Roman. Perhaps, you could help and go through it for the… Never mind, whatever, I will be at the coffee machine if you want me!” Anna turned away from Joe and stalked down the corridor.

Joe looked over at Ms. Roman and gave her a quirky grin.

“Guess it must have been something I said.” Mandrake tried to make a joke out of the fiasco and her inability to understand.

Joe stroked his chin; it was beginning to grow stubble at an alarming rate. He hadn’t bothered to shave this morning expecting to be here no more than a couple of hours. It was now four hours later, with no end in sight.

“I think it is more that Anna…Ms. Stephens is used to creating things than teaching them. Perhaps if we take a different approach and you tell me what you don’t understand.”

* * *

Anna jabbed her finger at the button that indicated the selection she wanted. As she waited impatiently, the coffee started to flow but the cup was not there to collect it.

“Oh hell! That’s all I need! This damned thing is broken!”

Looking around her, she saw that the other machine held cold drinks.  As she muttered and cursed a little more, Ken Peterson approached her.

“I see the great Ms. Stephens has been defeated, not only by our Head Librarian but by a fairly simple contraption. What, you can’t fix either?”

Anna glared angrily at the man who was perhaps, four inches taller. He had asked her on a date several times but she always declined. That, she was certain, annoyed Ken Peterson to the point where he was determined to get even. He had done his utmost to crash programme after programme, until Anna was informed that her services for his department would no longer be required. The head office had been less than happy with the turn of events, although Anna had been adamant that he was the problem. Fortunately for her, in less than six months, Deputy Director of Services Peterson was demoted to Assistant to the Deputy Director.

“Is that what you call it? I call it another challenge, just like you, Peterson!” She hated the bastard; he had been nothing but trouble. What was it about this area of public service; did they employ all the awkward people in the city?

“Ah, well, that was one challenge you weren’t up to, was it?” Peterson placed his coins in the slot and selected a drink. Anna watched as the coffee again poured itself away down the drain, no cup evident. Unable to stop the smirk, she was shocked to find him in her personal space, his red cheeks indicating his anger.

“You think you are so clever, Stephens, but I know all about you! Think your buddies and boss will be happy once I tell them you’re a dyke?”

Anna was stunned into silence for a few moments. Peterson moved closer and was now breathing down her neck. His breath was less than fresh and he had the stale body odour of a couple of day’s perspiration.

“No answer to that Stephens? Can’t wait for the fall out from that one when the bomb goes off.” Peterson was pushing home his perceived advantage and enjoying every minute of it.

Anna gained her composure and her ability of speech.

“You do know what happens to people when they throw around false accusations, don’t you Peterson?”

Peterson grinned at her and edged away fractionally before he answered.

“Try to deny it and I have several people more than willing to say you have had affairs with them.”

Anna shrugged her shoulders at his malicious remarks. Let the bastard try that trick and she would have him kicked out altogether, not just demoted this time.

“Give it your best shot Peterson, I have nothing to hide.”

Peterson was disconcerted by the remark and he looked Anna straight in the eye to see if there was any hesitation in her rejoinder; there wasn’t. She really was an over confident bitch and he was going to see her go down. He had waited for the ideal opportunity and now he had the perfect scapegoat: Mandrake Roman. She had resisted his advances too, what better revenge than to sully both their reputations.

Smiling evilly, he walked away back down the corridor.

“Oh, I will, trust me and neither of you will show your faces around here again.” Anna looked at his retreating back as he went through the door to his office, and pondered his remark.

‘Faces? Didn’t that indicate more than one person in this equation? Interesting!’ Anna was still mulling over the acid conversation with Peterson as she looked at her watch, and smiled for the first time that morning. As she considered her upcoming chat session with Sentinel, at least that was something to look forward to.

Walking slowly back down to the librarian’s office, she saw Joe and Ms. Roman chatting and smiling. For some reason it made Anna feel disgruntled that she rarely managed that with anyone. Oh well, you can’t be brilliant and a teacher at the same time, can you?

She headed for the monitor Joe had originally been using. She sat down and began to work on other programmes that needed her expert attention. As she concentrated on her expertise, all other things were forgotten.

* * *

Joe watched as Anna Stephens’ fingers sped across the keyboard. He looked at the changing programme fields and was struck by the fact that she really was a computer genius. At thirty-one, Stephens was a high flyer and totally committed to her career. Joe heard she had been offered several positions in other states, but opted to stay in Illinois because she loved Chicago and its atmosphere. Anna was an expert in her field and although, she knew it, rarely shoved anyone’s face in it, except maybe guys like Peterson, who deserved it, anyway!

He spent the last hour with Mandrake Roman and found her intelligent and quick-witted. However, some of the more complex explanations had become just too much terminology for her. Once they cleared up that point, it was easy. Now he was confident that Mandrake, as she allowed him to call her, was fully capable of using the programmes without wiping them out.

Joe cleared his throat to catch Anna’s attention. He knew it would be difficult if she was concentrating and with the speed of the changes seen on the screen, she was certainly absorbed in her task.

Mandrake Roman suddenly appeared at his side with a tray, holding three cups of steaming coffee.  Her eyes were like saucers as she watched the fingers of an expert seemingly caress the keys as they flowed across the keyboard. The screen changed at a pace Mandrake was unable to keep up with, not that she would understand it, anyway.

“How does she do that?”

Joe turned to her and grinned as he saw her expression.

“She’s good isn’t she? I had bets with the other guys in the office that she was born with a laptop at her side.” Laughing, he selected one of the mugs and placed it near Anna so that she could smell the beverage, but it would not interfere with her hand movements.

“Can she read all that…that gobbledygook?”

Joe looked at the screen and the modifications that were being made.

“Yep she sure can, and she wrote it so it’s even easier for her. You could always ask her to explain it to you.”

Minutes later, Anna moved her shoulders to relax them, and saw the mug of cooling coffee at her side. She swiveled in her chair and looked quizzically at the two people watching her, both appeared embarrassed at being caught in their observation.

“Can I help either of you?” Anna asked politely, as she reached for the mug of coffee and took a grateful sip from its depths.

Joe guiltily looked at his boss and shrugged his shoulders.

“Ms. Roman and I have finished, Ms. Stephens. She’s capable of using the programmes now.”
Anna looked at him shrewdly. It wasn’t in Joe’s best interest to lie to her, so she accepted his pronouncement.

“Is that so? Ms. Roman, are you happy with the situation now?”

Mandrake looked at Anna calmly. A glacial gaze had pierced her, but it didn’t deter her. “Yes.”

“Excellent news. That means we can get out of your hair and go home for what is left of our Saturday. Thank you for your time, Ms. Roman.” Anna stood up, drank another mouthful of the coffee, and placed the mug on the edge of the desk. She moved to switch off the computer and collect her palm pilot. As she did so, she accidentally knocked over the mug. It crashed to the floor and splintered all over the carpet.

“Oh shit!” Anna rasped out and bent down to pick up the larger shards of the pottery.

Joe went to help her, as Mandrake watched the two computer geeks picking up the pieces.  For some reason the sight of it made her giggle. Anna looked up from her task and winced as a piece of pottery embedded itself in her hand.

“Hell that hurt!” Anna exclaimed. She was amazed when a small hand took hers and examined the injury. There was a steady flow of blood and the shard was still embedded.

“Let me look at that for you?”

The momentary shiver that went down her back perplexed Anna. Trying to pull away from the gentle touch, she was held firmly as they exchanged glances.

“I can look after that myself, it’s nothing!”

“I know you can, but why not let me help you? It’s still stuck in your hand. Let me pull it out for you, please. I will try to be careful.” Mandrake’s voice held the resonance of someone speaking to a frightened child who had hurt herself.

Anna looked at her again and then nodded her head.

Mandrake looked at Joe and spoke to him.

“Joe, there is a first aid box in my office on the wall. I think a pair of tweezers, some of the antiseptic wipes and a bandage might be useful, want to get them for me?”

Joe nodded briefly and went over to collect the items.

“We could have gone over to the office.”

“Yes we could, but you are bleeding all over the carpet, and frankly one spot is quite enough on this beige creation, I can tell you.”

Still on her knees, Anna looked down at the floor and to the woman kneeling beside her. “Yeah sorry about that, guess you can send my office the cleaning bill.” Her voice betrayed the tiredness that suddenly came over her.

Mandrake heard the weary tone of voice, as she looked at the woman by her side more closely. “Are you okay?”

“Sure, what makes you say that?” Anna was irritated at her own weakness, knowing that she had revealed her fatigue in the last comment.

“No reason, that’s fine then. Ah, here comes Joe.”

Two minutes later the bandage was in place and Anna was looking at the restrictive dressing and shaking her head.

“I would think that in a day or so you can replace it or remove it, if you’re a fast healer.”

“Thanks I will.”

“Joe, let’s go and leave Ms. Roman to finish her day.”

“Okay. Mandrake, I hope you remember everything I told you. I promise to send you those notes we discussed on Monday.”

Anna watched as the two exchanged a handshake of departure and again was unsure why it mattered to her. Spinning on her heel, she headed for the door and the parking lot.

“She’s a nice woman, don’t you think?” Joe was surprised that Anna allowed the librarian to tend to her hand. Anna Stephens rarely allowed people into her personal space.

“Mmmm, I guess so; didn’t really have that much contact”, Anna mumbled as she fumbled with her car keys.

“Are you going to be able to drive? I bet that kind of hurts now, doesn’t it?” Joe looked at her pale features. Although she pretended she could keep up a frantic pace twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, it was evident that she couldn’t.

“Yes, I should be able to do that small chore. I’ll see you in the office Monday, have a good rest of the weekend.” As she was about to get inside her vehicle, she glanced at the man who silently watched her. “Joe, thanks for your help with Ms. Roman, if it had been up to me, we would still be on first base.”

Joe Lancer grinned infectiously at the woman and she reluctantly tugged a smile in place and then switched on the engine of the car.

“Thanks Boss, you have a good weekend, too.”

* * *

Chapter Three

Maddy Roman looked above her at the skylight and smiled. It was a beautiful evening. After a rather troubling day, she felt the need to relax and was counting the hours until chat time. Last night’s conversation with Sara, otherwise known as Trojan, made her feel happy at the prospect of another visit. Whenever Trojan appeared, there had always been a feeling of something special. Now that feeling had grown stronger, more intense. Maybe she would throw caution to the winds and break her rule about meeting other members of the group.

Maddy glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:15. Won’t 9:30 ever get here? The prospect of connecting with Trojan again not only excited her but made her feel strangely nervous, too.

Her telephone rang. Damn, I hope this isn’t going to take too long. Maddy rushed forward to the stand where the phone was perched. Any other time, she would have welcomed a call. But, just at this moment, she wanted her line free to connect to the Internet.

“Hello.”

“Mom?”

Maddy cocked her head to the side. Had she heard a touch of hesitancy in her daughter’s voice? No it couldn’t be; Juliet was always very straightforward.

“Darling, this is a surprise. Normally you just turn up for lunch without notice.” Maddy laughed and the sound tinkled through the line.

Juliet Roman looked down at her feet. She did take her mother for granted.

“I know Mom, that’s very true. Listen, I…I wanted to ask you something.”

Maddy was both intrigued and a little disturbed at her daughter’s apparent nervousness. “Sure Darling, go ahead”.

Juliet brushed the coarse, ash blonde hair from her eyes. Her hair was so different from her mother’s wonderful, rich brunette hair. Mom’s was not only thick, but silky to the touch.

“Would you mind terribly if I didn’t come over tomorrow?” She waited for the explosion. Juliet knew her mother was lonely, and looked forward to the get-togethers every Sunday.

Maddy was surprised and upset by her daughter’s request. Why can’t she visit? Taking a deep breath, she answered in the only way possible.

“Juliet, thank you for calling and asking me, but it’s your life, Darling. If you need to do something else tomorrow, that’s fine with me.”

Once more, Juliet looked down at her shoes and she felt the rise of colour stain her cheeks. She turned pale grey eyes to the man who was leaning against the hood of his truck. They planned to go out of town and camp out tonight, for some much-needed time together. She hadn’t had the nerve to tell her mother that she was dating this handsome medical student. Simon was five years older and captivatingly charming. Not only was he a brilliant scholar but also he was definitely going places. His father was the senior surgeon at one of Chicago’s finest hospitals; this fact only consolidated his medical aspirations.

“Mom, are you sure? I know you like to see me once a week.” Juliet spoke softly into the receiver. She loved her mother very much but she was desperate to be with Simon, too. Maybe next weekend, she would ask Simon to go with her to see her mother.

Maddy always knew that the time would come when Juliet would stop the weekly visits. She was, after all, a happy, normal, outgoing nineteen-year-old on the threshold of life. Mothers never quite fit into that equation. She smiled, recalling her own time at college and the independent lifestyle she had practised.

“Yes I’m sure, Darling. Have you anything exciting planned?”

“A friend and I have decided to go on a picnic out of town. We’re actually going to the site tonight; it’s a beautiful evening. We have a tent and everything else we need packed and ready to go!” Juliet regretted her last sentence, as she realised that it implied she was going regardless of what her mother thought. Closing her eyes, she waited for her quick-witted parent to notice the slip.

Preoccupied with her own thoughts, Maddy didn’t pay much attention to Juliet’s last comment. It was nine twenty-five. She still had to go through the long process of booting up her computer.  For some reason, she kept getting strange messages; sometimes it would take three attempts before she was on line. Maddy really needed to ask Juliet to check it.

“Well Juliet, I guess if you need to move along, I’d better not delay you, had I?  Please be careful and travel safely. I take it you do know this friend very well.  Oh, that’s a silly question; of course, you do.  Call me when you arrive back home, okay?” She would miss her Sunday with Juliet. Maybe she should have gone to the ball game tomorrow with Kap and …Trojan. Now, there’s a thought.

Juliet couldn’t believe it. Her mother hadn’t even noticed. Could it be possible that her mother was seeing someone, too? She looked over at Simon who was staring at her with a wide grin on his face. He really had been very patient with her in the months since they had become friends.

“Mom, I will, I promise. And, Mom are you…” Juliet thought better of her question and said goodbye.  She rushed away from the telephone booth and was swung into the arms of the young man waiting for her. Juliet and Simon kissed and laughed happily as they climbed into the truck to begin their journey.

Maddy replaced the receiver, smiling briefly. What on earth was Juliet going to ask me? Oh well never mind; she probably will next time we talk. Walking to the computer, she quickly pushed the on switch and glanced up at the stars above the skylight. While the machine booted up, she sauntered over to the kitchen to make a cup of hot strawberry tea.

* * *

Anna slept fitfully for a couple of hours. She finally got out of bed because the throbbing in her hand kept waking her up.

After a shower, Anna made a simple meal of chicken pieces and fries. Fortunately, all she had to do was nuke them since cooking had never been one of her strong points. Normally, Anna would have gone out to one of her favourite restaurants, but tonight, she was tired, cranky, and the injury to her hand made the use of utensils difficult.

Joe was right to be concerned earlier, when he asked if she could drive. It had been an arduous task. At one stage, when the pain had seared her sharply, she lost control of the wheel and had to swerve to miss an embankment.

The one bright spot was her prearranged chat with Sentinel. It made up (almost) for her god awful day. Not only had she had to work with computer illiterates; she had ass holes like Peterson to contend with, too! He was the pits! It was clear to Anna that he was going to cause trouble, but she would deal with that problem when it occurred.

Anna decided to log onto the computer although she was early for the chat. I’ll read my email and answer that first. Might even give me a head start on tomorrow and then I can sleep in.

Forgetting her injured hand, she struck the keys and sucked in a sharp breath. Damn, tonight is going to be a slow typing evening!

Anna glanced at the fifty odd messages she had received. She noted that several were from office associates, who no doubt wanted her to waste time on some trivial meeting or other. Then, she noticed one from her boss Chris Weddel. It was marked “URGENT”.

She read the contents in disbelief and closed her eyes. Anna couldn’t believe what she was seeing. This was a joke, right?  A sick joke, but surely a joke?  Didn’t they say you heard the big bang just before it went off? Well, I sure hadn’t, and this is enough to blow my head off or at the very least, my career!

Pressing a hand to her head, Anna screamed, not only in frustration but also at the pain it caused. The message had been written two hours ago and she had been home. Why hadn’t Chris Weddel called to ask her about this, before he made the notice official via the memo?

She had known Chris for the last ten years. He was the manager at her first job when she was fresh out of college. She’d even been invited to both his children’s weddings and the christening of his and Sally’s first grandchild. They had become friends or had they? Perhaps not!

She stared at her screen for over half an hour, finally realising that she hadn’t answered any of her email.

Carefully selecting her kid brother’s, she opened it up and half expected it to say something obnoxious. It had been that kind of a day and now was turning into that kind of night.

Anna smiled at the message. She loved her brother dearly and would do anything for him, but dinner with Dad wasn’t the usual deal. She and her father had never been close. Anna had chosen computer science over the family business and that had forced an even bigger gap between them. Now, they talked at Christmas and birthdays, but only if they had to. And, oddly enough, there was an email from him tonight, too. It just gets better and better, will this day never end?

Why was it that her father’s invitations always sounded as if they were commands? Sighing heavily, she looked at her gold wristwatch. A genuine smile crossed her lips; it was almost nine thirty.

If everything was going to hell in a hand basket, I might as well enjoy this one bright spot in life, at least. Every time Sentinel, Maddy shows up to chat, I grin like a lovesick teenager! This woman does seem to be a cut above anyone else, to my eyes, anyway. Who knows?  Maybe I do have a crush on her. Oh well, tomorrow is soon enough to tackle my problems. The rest of tonight is for pleasure.

* * *

Maddy smiled as she settled into bed that night. She and Trojan...Sara had talked for over three hours. The easy way they conversed and made each other laugh seemed to come quite naturally to them both. She hoped it wasn’t just her imagination. She really did feel that they were becoming real friends.

At one point, both of them had remarked that their day at work had not gone well. They agreed that it wasn’t going to spoil their chat, so neither mentioned it further. Sara certainly had a wicked sense of humour and Maddy was sure Sara laughed aloud at several of the comments she herself had made.

Almost one a.m. and nothing special to look forward to when I wake up, now that Juliet wasn’t going to be around. Ah yes, Juliet! My Darling daughter is growing up. Certainly, the mention of this friend had left her breathless, so it isn’t a platonic friendship. Someone I hadn’t met.  Now, that makes me nervous. What if something terrible happened to Juliet? I’ll  never forgive myself. But, when is the best time to let your child make all of her own decisions in life? Parents all over the world must ask that question and probably never find the answer.

Maddy tried to recall the first time she met Juliet’s father, David Roman and how she felt about him, all those years ago. They did have good times, she was sure of it.  But, for the life of her, she couldn’t think of one. I was married to David for twelve years, what a waste. As with many things, once a certain type of relationship burns you, you tend to shy away from them.  That’s what Maddy had done. If love ever had a chance again, I must find someone very special who understands me completely. Now, where in the wide world am I going to find that, especially in this age of cyber relationships?

Maddy lay on her bed considering life with David and the changes she had made to create a happier life for Juliet. She hoped, as the years went by, that Juliet would learn from her mother’s mistakes. But, now it was all up to Juliet. Maddy had done everything she could. Today was, apparently, one of her first adult steps towards creating memories that would be part of the fabric of her future.

She grimaced as she, for whatever reason, recalled the cold features of Computer Geek Stephens this morning. The woman was certainly good with the system side, no doubt about that. As for the teaching end of it, that was another story. Anna Stephens would never be called an Educator of the masses.

As Maddy’s eyes became heavy, she smiled as she remembered the woman who did make her feel happy, Sara - first known to her as Trojan. She fervently hoped they continued their friendship.  Perhaps one day they would meet in person. With that thought running around in her head, Maddy glanced once more at the clock and fell into a wonderful, dream filled sleep.

* * *

Anna sat in her chair considering the three hours she spent chatting to a virtual stranger about everything under the sun. She rarely opened up to anyone, except her brother. Although over the last five years she hadn’t even done much of that. He was busy studying and she was busy working on various projects, which seemed to exhaust all of her days and some of her nights, too.

Now here she was on the threshold of…what exactly? A friend? Yes, a real friend.

It brought a quiet smile to her face as she recalled the brief mention of them both having bad days. Neither wanting to elaborate and darken the good mood, they both had in the chat session.

In her case, how could she explain? She really didn’t know what was happening herself, and that was the most irritating thing of all!

Glancing once more at her family emails, she shook her head. Wonder what little brother has up his sleeve, this time around? If Father wants me there, he obviously expects the worse. Probably baby brother doesn’t want to follow in the family business, after all!

Then she remembered her agreement to go to the baseball game with Kap. Shit!  I can’t do that! I need to review my last five or so assignments and try to remember all the people I interacted with. This isn’t the time for a baseball game!

Anna composed an email message to Kap to apologise and offer an alternative solution. She would have the tickets waiting at the gate if Kap chose to go with someone else.

As she finished, she felt another sharp pain in her hand and cursed not only her foolish action but also Mandrake Roman for making all those errors in the first place. Damn woman. She should let her assistants do the computer work if she wasn’t capable…from Anna’s point of view she certainly hadn’t come across as competent.

Sighing heavily, she typed a brief note to her father accepting his invitation and another to her brother saying she would be there and asking if she should wear any special armour? It had been a joke for years. Usually Anna stood up for them both, facing her father’s wrath and scorn.

Looking out over the rooftops, Anna noticed Sears Tower and the differing levels of the buildings.  The horizon projected a strange symmetry.  She loved this view.  When she travelled for any length of time, Anna was always happy to come back to this place called home.

Her hand was throbbing. Anna was certain that a couple more painkillers and bed would help. She could sleep now with the warm thought that Sentinel...Maddy was becoming a firm friend.

She switched off her monitor and went in search of painkillers and rest.

 * * *

Chapter Four

“No!” Chris Weddell watched the woman with interest as Anna paced the floor of his office.

He had respected her on a professional basis for over ten years. Although, she was totally focused in the job, a programming genius no less, he had never met the real, private Anna Stephens. But, she was a friend.  His wife, Sally, loved the dour, dark haired woman, and the children always looked forward to her occasional visits. Yet, they never really ‘knew’ her or what or who could possibly make her happy. He surmised Anna kept to herself because she came from a background where expectations were impossibly high. Now…now, her private life was going to be scrutinised as never before and he doubted Anna was ready for that.

“Anna, listen to me. If you allow this investigation into your private life, then whoever is making waves for you, will pay and pay heavily.”

Anna spun on her heels, facing her boss, and so called friend! Her eyes bored into his; he turned away first.

“Why the hell should I? If I say that it hasn’t happened, why won’t you take my word for it? Why should some trouble-making sneak be allowed to sully my reputation and others, as well? This is ludicrous.” Anna’s voice was low; the words sounded as if she were growling them.

Chris shook his head at her, glancing down at the file he’d been given.  Photographs and statements by staff, including people who worked within Anna’s department, made it pretty damning stuff.

Drumming his fingers on the folder, Chris finally responded. “Anna, I have to do this. The evidence suggests that something is going on. And, if it’s not true, don’t you need to see the bastard taken down who wants you crucified?”

Anna turned away, and went towards the window looking upon the milling people below her.  Shrugging her shoulders, she spoke softly.

“What do you want me to do?”

Chris smiled briefly. This was the logical Anna Stephens; she could think her way out of any problem. He knew these accusations were false, but he had to be seen as doing his job. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on the devious bastard who created this dossier. And, he would, he was certain of it.

“I have to suspend you.” He noticed the stiffening of her back and gave a sympathetic smile. “We will interview all the people mentioned in the file. Then, I will call you back in to run through our findings, and what your understanding is of these events.”

“How long will it take?”

“I’m not sure; it shouldn’t be too long.  One more thing, there appears to be three key people. Want to know who they are?” Chris knew it was reckless to tell her but he felt that he owed her that much.

Anna raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Okay, let’s have the names of the scum who are lying.”

“Ken Peterson, Assistant to the Deputy Director of Educational services, Karen Renaldi works out of the Boston office in Personnel Services and Mandrake Roman, Head Librarian here in Chicago.” Anna shot a look of pure venom at the names she had been given.

“Peterson has wanted my head since he was demoted. Renaldi, I can’t even recall who she is. And Roman? I only met her yesterday! ” Anna was angry; more towards the Roman woman than the other two. Peterson, she would wipe the floor with him. Now, she was certain that he was behind this.

“Anna, all will be revealed when we interview them. Can I ask you one thing as a friend?” Chris was sickened by this situation and could see the pain Anna tried to hide.

Anna considered the question thinking it strange that he could go from one extreme to the other without blinking an eyelid, and finally replied. “As a friend you may ask, but my answer stays between friends.”

Chris cleared his throat. A faint red streak crossed his cheeks as he asked, “Are you gay, Anna?”

Anna watched the man blurt out the question and gave him a wry expression at his embarrassment.

“If I said yes, would you think I was a deviant of some kind and not want me near you or your family?” Anna spoke with a control that she herself marvelled at.

“Whatever your answer, I’d ask, when all this was over, if you and a partner of your choice might want to come for dinner.”

Anna laughed shortly. “Well, Chris the answer is no, I’m not. At least, I’ve never had a relationship with a woman. Not that many men either, I’ve been way too busy. I wouldn’t rule out the possibility, though. If I fell in love, who knows, Chris, who knows?”

“Thanks for being honest, Anna. By the way, what have you done to your hand?”

“Would you believe it was all in the line of work? Joe can tell you the sordid details. I do confess that Ms. Roman did hold my hand. She put the bandage on it.”

Anna chuckled as the absurdity of the situation struck her.

Chris shook his head and gave her a serious look.

“Go home and rest, Anna. Hell, according to your file, you haven’t had a holiday in over two years. I suggest you have someone other than a librarian look at your hand, as well. It’s a precious commodity to you and this company. Trust me; I expect to have both of those talented hands back working for me soon, okay?” Chris stood up, went over to Anna, and patted her on the shoulder.

“We are calling this a holiday?”

“Let me handle it. And, yes, for the moment that is exactly what I will tell people. I will be in touch Anna. I meant it about dinner, whether you bring someone or not, please think about it?”

Anna smiled and went towards the door. “Yes I will. Thanks, Chris and maybe I will bring a friend.” Her mind mulled over inviting Maddy. Maybe it would be a good time to meet; with other people there if we discovered we didn’t get along well in real life.

“Look forward to it, Anna.” After Anna left, Chris punched several numbers on his telephone and requested the connection for Director Stella Andrews.

* * *

Mandrake Roman was seething. She had received a rather distressing call from the Director of Educational Services. Something to do with that Ms. Stephens and the inference was anything, but pleasant.

Maddy had worked hard to achieve her status. No one is going to sully my name and make me leave my domain. No one! Certainly not some woman I barely know.

As Mandrake was trying to sort things out in her mind, Andrew’s secretary walked up to her desk.

“Ms. Roman, Director Andrews would like to see you in her office at eleven a.m. She said to cancel any other meeting you have.” Andrews’ secretary looked at Roman with a smirk on her face. When Stella Andrews gave that type of message, it was usually bad news.

“Thank you Emily, I will be there.” Mandrake said softly, aware of several prying eyes on her.

“See you later, Ms. Roman.” Emily sauntered away, grinning.

Mandrake pushed a lock of hair away from her eyes. This was not turning out to be a good day.

Her eyes strayed to her computer monitor.  She was tempted to send Trojan an email and ask if she wanted to meet for lunch. How absurd. Why not call Juliet?  But, Trojan is the one I want to confide in, not my daughter.

Mandrake typed her message. There was a slim chance that they could meet today, but worth a try, anyway.

* * *

Chapter Five

Anna threw a pen across her desk. Who the hell, has the right to make my life a mess? I haven’t done anything to anyone, except save their ass when they fucked up the systems.

“Anna…Ms. Stephens do you have a minute?” Joe Lancer had heard his boss was taking some time off. Strange, that she hadn’t mentioned it. He knew something was wrong when she wasn’t in the office when he arrived. Now here she was, late, and by the look of the expression on her face, really angry about something.

“What do you want Joe?”

Joe glanced around him furtively. Anna nearly choked on the laughter she stifled. “Is it that big a secret Joe?”

“What secret? I don’t know what you mean?”

“Nothing Joe, go ahead. What can I do for you?” Anna replied, leaning against the wall.

“Well, Ms. Stephens, I heard you are supposed to be on vacation and I wondered…that is, I didn’t know…what I’m trying to say is…”

Anna gritted her teeth. “Joe, listen. The main project to concentrate on while I am gone is the programme we salvaged on Saturday. Be sure it continues to work and that, Ms. Mandrake Roman doesn’t create any more disasters.”

“Thanks.” Joe gave her a grateful, pathetic puppy dog look. Joe wasn’t cut out to make decisions. He was a great technician, the best, but decisions, nope, not Joe.

“You’re welcome, Joe, see you.” Anna said quietly as she walked toward the exit.

“When will you be back?” Joe asked, beaming at Anna happily as he tried to keep up with her.

Anna stiffened at the question. What can I say?

“As soon as possible, Joe.”

“No plans then, just a little rest?” Her answer was vague and Joe had never known Anna Stephens to be less than precise about anything.

Anna turned and gave him a stern glance to silence any further questions. “No plans. Mail me if you need further clarification on anything. I’ll see you soon, Joe.”

Joe watched her leave the building. Now, he was even more intrigued. Something must be wrong.  Anna was a great boss, a little severe at times, but she knew her stuff. I will find out what was going on and help if I can.

* * *

Mandrake watched the swans on the lake as she waited patiently for her lunch date. She was still reeling from the discussion with the Director of Services.

“Hi Mom.”

Startled, Maddy looked up slightly. Her pensive expression cleared to bring a small smile, which brightened her features considerably.

“Darling, you surprised me.”

“Oh, Mom, you have radar ears; I know you heard me coming.” Juliet sat down beside Maddy and kissed her mother’s cheek.

“Humph, I don’t think so, Kiddo.  How has your day been?”

“Great, and I don’t have a class for two hours. So, if you want to take a poor starving student to lunch, I’m all yours.”

“Only too happy to spend time with you Juliet, as you know, perfectly well.” Maddy laughed softly. She had missed her daughter’s company at their traditional weekend dinner. Sunday just hadn’t been the same, somehow.

“I know you won’t be able to stay that long, Mom, but I wanted to ask you something.”  Juliet’s eyes twinkled happily.  Maddy knew her daughter well enough to know that whatever Juliet wanted, it would be good news.

“Well, I have something to share, too. And, today, I can spend two full hours with you.  So, where do you want to eat?” Maddy pulled her daughter into a warm loving hug as they stood up.

* * *

Anna paced the floor of her apartment. This is so unfair!  After all these years, with not one blemish on my record, and someone is allowed to make these wild claims?  A false accusation and yet, I am the one being suspended!  This is justice?

Her mind wandered to Peterson. He was out and out scum. If it were up to her, she would have dismissed the bastard years ago. He was a slimly, butt kissing jerk.

Anna went to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee.  She grimaced at the bitter taste.  She’d been so distracted that she left the coffee maker on when she went to the meeting with Weddell.

As she threw out the liquid in the decanter and prepared a new batch, she thought about Renaldi. Who the hell, is she?I don’t remember ever meeting her at work, and certainly not for a date!  What or who had made the woman lie? Surely, Renaldi knew that she would be dismissed for lying, once she was found out. And, what a hell of a black mark on her work history record!  Why would she risk that?

After Anna switched on the coffee maker, she considered reading her email. Why the hell should I?  There won’t be anything of interest and besides my hand hurts.  I better go see the doctor, as Weddell had suggested. Maybe the caring Ms. Roman hadn’t been so caring, after all.  Maybe she left something in the wound when she applied the bandage.

Yeah, Mandrake Roman, not a name you would ever forget; I sure never will! I admit I was hard on her when she tried to explain the programme. But, that was hardly a good reason to give out this kind of bullshit. What did she hope to gain, maybe a chance with Director Andrews?

Andrews’s love life was very private, although there were rumours. Her escort for the last ten years to all social functions had been prominent attorney Ellen Temple. Temple had an impeccable reputation and came from a devoutly religious family. Andrews and Temple had their own apartments, so they certainly didn’t live together. It hadn’t been proven that they were in a romantic relationship. They appeared to be just close friends. Anyone could speculate and didn’t people often do just that with wicked intentions?

For some reason, Mandrake Roman’s involvement in this hits me harder than the other two. She doesn’t appear to be the devious type. Just goes to show you can’t always trust your gut feeling. I had one about Roman and it was a good one. Now, it feels like I have been bitten by a viper and am being slowly poisoned with the venom. And there’s no antidote.

The phone shrilled for her attention at that moment. Answering it, Anna smiled briefly as her brother wished her a great day.

“What can I do for you, Brother Dear?”

”Anna, why are you home? Is it because, you have joined the human race again and decided to take some time off from work?”

“Out with it. What do you want?” Anna’s tone was indulgent.  He was her only brother and she would do anything for him.

After their mother died Anna and her younger sibling lived in a loveless home. Lots of ambition, but no pure and simple love was given without thought of reward. When they were children, she lavished her early affection on her brother. As she became interested in computers, she turned her attention and focus into her work. She appreciated the easy acceptance of her mechanical friend that craved nothing but her skill at programming. Anna had heard jokes about her at work, being born with a laptop and all the other nonsensical comments. And sometimes, she did wonder how she would have turned out had their mother lived.  Would computers be the only thing she loved in this world, besides her brother?

“Ah, Sister, always the sceptical one. How do you know I want something? Perhaps, I just want to pass the time of day with you, friendly like.”

“Two things. I cannot remember a time when you haven’t wanted something from me, even if it’s just to run interference with Father. Also, you didn’t expect me to be home and planned to leave a message. But, alas, you have me.”

“Well, if I ever thought you would actually chat, just for the sake of it, Anna, I’d call more often.  You are right, though. Saturday still okay with you?”

Anna heard his deep intake of breath and shook her head. “Yes, I’ll be there with my armour on as always when Father and I are together. What’s the deal, anyway?”

“Oh, it’s a surprise, Anna, but you will be pleased. I’ve invited a friend who I want you to meet.”

That was the key, then. Brother has a new friend and Father isn’t going to approve. “Okay, watch it though, Bro. I might not approve, either.”

“Not you, Anna. You will approve. I guarantee it! Incidentally, why are you home?”

“Long story.” Anna said resignedly, and sucked in a breath as she placed her injured hand hard down on the desk beside her.

“Anna, are you okay?”

“I cut my hand on some glass. I need to see a doctor and have it checked out.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so, Anna?  I’ll be there in half an hour, and make mine a beer.  Bye.”

My impetuous brother is going to save me a doctor’s fee. Why didn’t I think of that?

* * *

Chapter Six

Samantha Kapinski was surprised by how much she enjoyed the day. She had asked her neighbour, Steve Forest to go with her to the game.  Steve turned out to be a sweet man. They found many things in common and Sam agreed to go on a charity walk next weekend with him and the dog.

Now, she was waiting for the regulars to come to chat. This had become a lifeline for her. There had been some oddball people at times. You can’t legislate everything. But, at this moment, there is a good mix. Maybe we could all meet somewhere. It would be like hooking up with long lost friends. How nice to finally put a face to the screen name. That would be great, I just know it. And, how I would love to see Sentinel’s face.
 

Private message: (Trojan to Sentinel)

* * *

I can’t believe I did that. I not only agreed to meet her, but I invited her to lunch, too!  Oh, God, what would Juliet say? Yeah, she would say, ‘Mom is losing it’. Am I?  No, I don’t think so.  It’s seems right. Who knows? We could end up being lifelong friends, it sounded like Sara needed a friend. Stranger things have happened.

* * *

“Joe, I don’t know what you mean.  Explain the problem in detail.”

“Someone has been hacking into files. I’ve put tracers on them. I need another couple of days to verify who it is.” Joe Lancer spoke quickly. Rumours had been rife in the building for the last three days that Anna was involved in a scandal. I don’t believe it. Who gave a damn if she was gay or not?  It was her business.

“Why tell me, Joe?  Surely, they appointed someone for you to go to with this?”

“Yeah they did. No way though.”

“Who is it?”

“It’s Director Weddell, himself.” Joe was astonished that the Director of Operations had become personally involved. It was unheard of.

Anna smiled as she thought of Chris getting his hands dirty again in the day to day running of the business. “You can share whatever you find with him, Joe. In fact, I insist you do!”

“Ms. Stephens, there are rumours. I don’t believe them myself, but…you know what gossip is like.”

“What rumours?”

“You’re on suspension for some underhand dealing, and that you used your body for favours.”

“I see. Is that all, Joe?”

“Isn’t that enough?”

“Yes, that’s more than enough. Here’s what you do. You send Director Weddell the information you have. Tell him you will monitor it for two more days and then inform him of the results.”

“But, oh, okay. I’ll send you the results, too.”

“Joe, it will be alright. I’m innocent; believe me.” Anna had always liked Joe. Now, she knew she hadn’t been wrong in thinking that he was trustworthy and loyal.

“I know you are, Ms. Stephens. Heck, you hardly notice anyone when you’re glued to a computer.” Joe tried to add some humour to the conversation.

“Well, that’s not exactly true, Joe, but close, I’ll give you that.” Anna laughed at the remark.

“I better send that mail to Director Weddell. If you want me to do anything else, Ms. Stephens….”

“Thank you. I appreciate the information, and Joe?”

“Yes?”

“My name is Anna. Goodbye, now.”

* * *

Juliet knocked on the door of her mother’s apartment, as she glanced up into Simon’s twinkling eyes.  Hope you like him, Mom.

 The door opened swiftly. Mandrake’s face was wreathed in smiles as she hugged her daughter.

“Mom, please. Anyone would think you hadn’t seem me for years, instead of only a few days.” Juliet laughed happily, as she disengaged from her mother’s hug and turned to Simon.

“Mom, I’d like you to meet Simon Lake. He’s a good friend.”

“Hi Mom.”  Simon grinned at her with the simple innocence of youth.

Mandrake stared up at the large man who dwarfed her doorway and held out a hand in welcome.  “Hello Simon. I’m Mandrake, everyone calls me Maddy.”

“Mandrake. What a marvellous name. I’d like to hear the story behind that; I assume there is one?”  Simon smiled engagingly. Juliet was going to be a very beautiful, middle-aged woman if she took after her mother. At first glance, Mandrake appeared plain; but, once those eyes sparkled, they changed her whole countenance.

Maddy laughed. There was something about the young man that made her feel he was genuine. So, this was Juliet’s friend.

“Yes, although it’s a conversation for another evening, I suspect. And, Simon, you may call me Mom, if you like.”  Maddy grinned at her daughter who gave her a look of relief and gratitude.

“Great, thanks, Mom.” Simon walked into the small but comfortable apartment. It was very homey and he immediately felt at ease.

“What can I get you to drink? Have you eaten?” Maddy asked as she walked into the kitchen.

“Mom we’ve eaten, but, if you have any of your famous blueberry pie….” Juliet trailed off as Simon placed an arm around her waist and shook his head at her comment.

Maddy noticed the gesture. Juliet didn’t seem to mind. Guess it is more than friendship between them.

“Darling, of course I have your favourite. Simon, would you care for a piece, too?”

“Can’t have Juliet eating alone; I would love to try it. Thanks, Mom.” Simon seated himself on the sofa as Juliet followed her mother to help serve.

Maddy looked at her daughter with a quizzical expression in her eyes.

When they arranged the plans for tonight, Juliet said that she wanted to bring a friend home to meet her mother. However, she hadn’t indicated that this Simon was more than a friend, obviously much more!

“Mom, I know, I didn’t explain about Simon at lunch the other day. But, you’ll love him just as….”

“I take it the rest of the sentence goes something like this: ‘I love him’.  Right?” Juliet is only nineteen; does she even know what love is?

“Yes, Mom. You got it right, as always. I love him and I want you to get to know him. It’s important to me.”

Maddy heard the pleading tone and she shifted her gaze towards the door to the room, which held someone very dear to her daughter. If Simon Lake was vital to Juliet’s happiness, then she would take the time to get to know him. Who knows? He might be a potential son-in-law.

“Then, lets get the pie and the drinks and get back to him.”

”You’re the greatest, Mom.  Really, you are.”  Maddy was suddenly engulfed in a warm hug from her only child.

* * *

Anna couldn’t grasp why, this woman, Renaldi would want to get involved. It makes no sense.  Unless...Peterson had something on her. Sure, as hell, he’d use it! Slime, no other word for him.

She found Renaldi’s profile in the department’s computer files. Chris Weddell had conveniently ‘forgotten’ that Anna still had access. Renaldi moves around quite a bit. Some of the evaluations from her previous bosses were less than glowing. With reports like that, she should have been out on her ear. But, for some reason, she was still employed. Why? That alone was worth remembering. This was a job for Joe. He was so innocuous looking that people talked to him with ease. Perhaps, he could find out just why the woman is still employed.

Glancing down at her watch, Anna noticed it was almost nine-thirty in the evening.  Usually, that meant a chat with Maddy.  But, this evening she was having company.

Anna never had a friend who meant this much to her, in such a short time. Neither had revealed what was bothering each of them. Even so, it had hurt a little when Maddy declined to talk about her problems. Anna did concede that it was only natural for Maddy to talk with her daughter about whatever the trouble was.

The daughter was a surprise. Maddy hasn’t told even me about her family background. I was as shocked as Kap when Maddy volunteered the information. I know, my heart must have stopped beating, while we waited for the answer about a husband. Once Maddy admitted she was divorced, it started racing again.

How old is she? If her daughter is in college, Maddy must be at least ten years older than me, maybe more!  I guess it doesn’t matter. We seem to have plenty in common, otherwise. And, I’m going to see her on Sunday for lunch!  Maybe, we could take that walk at Navy Pier. I know when we meet we will stay friends. I am certain of it. Maddy is so in-tune with my every thought. It makes me smile to just see her screen name pop-up on the monitor. I’m so looking forward to joining her for that meal. Sure, can’t say the same thing, for the Saturday night family dinner.

Little Brother was very closed lipped on the subject when we talked earlier this week. But, whatever he intends to spring on Father, it makes him happy. And, if Baby Bro is happy, then I’m happy, too.

At least, I’ll be happy when this mess at work is over. I just don’t get it. That conversation with Mandrake Roman was so innocent. Nothing could have been misconstrued, except for the fact that she held my hand when I cut it. Now, that would be stretching the imagination to think of that as evidence.

What a stupid name Mandrake is, anyway!

* * *

“Mom, why not explain your problem at work to Simon? Maybe, he can help. A stranger will have a new slant on what to do.” Juliet turned to her mother, anxious not to embarrass her in front of Simon.

Maddy considered the statement carefully. Simon has turned out to be a nice guy, as well as very entertaining. From his status in his chosen profession, I know he is a conscientious individual.  Perhaps, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to bounce some of the facts off him.

“What if Simon doesn’t want to get involved, Juliet? It isn’t his problem.”

“Well, if you don’t mind and you think I might be of some help, Mom, I’d like to hear about it, anyway.”  Simon then turned to give Juliet a warm, loving smile.

“I guess it can’t do any harm.” Maddy quietly told him the facts about her suspension and the reasons behind it.

“Juliet, how about you go make us a drink, while I talk with your mother?” Simon touched a gentle tapering finger down her cheek.

“Sure.”  Juliet had seen the serious expression in Simon’s eyes. Maybe he was going to ask questions he thought Mom wouldn’t want me to hear.

“Hot chocolate all round?”  After they nodded their heads, Juliet went into the kitchen and closed the door.

“You have something to ask me that you didn’t want to say in front of my daughter?”

“Thought maybe you might want to tell me something that you didn’t want your daughter to know about.”

Maddy’s eyes glinted at the challenge within the words. “I have no secrets from Juliet, Simon. Ask away.”

“Are you having the affair implied by your superior?” Simon asked gently. Juliet’s mother hadn’t given any names; only that the person headed a department with whom the library had a contract.

“No!” Why did people always jump to conclusions?

“Sorry, but that’s the first thing to eliminate. You say you had files that would prove it had been someone else who recommended this person’s services?”

“Yes, I went back to the office and tried to find the files. They have been transferred onto our new computer base and I didn’t have time to check it out.”&nb