“ Selena sweetie, I hope all is well. I’ve been thinking of you but today I just need one favor from you. I need you to stay home, don’t go to work today.”
The voice she hears is her mother’s
but there’s just one problem.
Her mother died 4 years ago. Is this some sick joke? Who is using AI to reach her this way and how dare they use her mother’s voice?
She decided she will not stay home, who was she to obey someone she barely knew? Whoever that voice is will not get the best of her. She will go to work.
As she makes her way towards her office, the secretary greets her “Hi Selena, Henry is waiting to speak to you in his office”
“ We have a meeting in 10 minutes, did he want to see me now?”
“ Yes he requested that you went to see him as soon as you got here.”
“Fine” selena decided she wasn’t going to make her boss wait for her. She has been working for this firm for 2 years now, all those late nights will finally be paid off she thinks. Could this be her way of finding out she’s been promoted?
Take that creep! Telling me I shouldn’t go to work today and now I am getting promoted; she thought.
“ So this is it?” She asks, how could this be?
“ Yes Selena we had an anonymous vote and the board decided to let you go. We have to make some cut and we can’t afford to keep you.”
“ Henry I’ve put my sweat and tears in this company how can you discard me like that?”
“ It is not up to me Selena, there’s nothing I can do. I will need your company badge and pass, you have to leave the premises now. Your severance package will be mailed out to you by the end of the day.”
Selena got up, went to her now old office gather her things in one small box and left the place she had called home for the past 2 years.
Maybe if she had listened to that voicemail, perhaps she would still have a job. Nonsense how could that person know she was about to get fired today?
She got in her car and drove home.
What is she going to do? Job hunting was not part of her plans. She had just moved in a new house, how will she afford her mortgage now? As a lawyer she could easily start her own firm but she had no partners. Who would take a chance on her to let her represent them?
As a prosecution attorney, she had to be cutthroat, and she had 80% rate, the last 2 cases she lost this year were major and she was afraid that those loses could come back to haunt her.
She checked her phone and another voicemail was waiting for her.
“Next time when I tell you to do something, you better listen.”
It was her mom’s voice again, but she knew it wasn’t her, but why would someone pretend to be her mother?
She watched her mother in the casket, and saw her casket lowered into the ground.
As cunning as her mother was even she wouldn’t be able to come back from the dead.
She could easily ask Patrick her friend at the precinct to trace the voicemails but she wanted to see how far this joke will go.
She decided to sleep on it for a while, when she wakes up she will try reaching out to one of her pals from college to see if any of them had a private firm she could join.
A knock at her door woke her up.
It was now noon, who would be knocking at her door at this hour? considering she would never be home at this time if she wasn’t fired.
“Hi ma’am” the officer standing at her front door says
“Uh hi? What’s going on?”
“Sorry to disturb you but a woman claiming to be your mother is at the police station asking for you. She was found last night during a raid, she was being held hostage.”
“Officer… uh Johnston” she spots his name on his tag “ is this a sick joke my mother is dead”
“I’m sorry but she is very adamant that you’re her daughter, aren’t you Selena Prento born October 5, 1989?”
“Uh, yes? How do you know all of this?’
“You better come with us ma’am”
She decided to leave with the officer because all of this sounds very strange and she had to see for herself.
As she made her way inside the police station to the interrogation room she couldn’t help but think what if this was a trap regarding her last case, a lot of people told her the nightfall killer was innocent and she had the wrong guy. What if they were right? Focus we need to figure out what’s going on.
The officer opens the door and sitting across from her…
Was her mother.
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