Chapter Two A Inside Story
Sameya walked into her office with the bold impression of getting all of the manuscripts done that had been on her desk Friday afternoon, but seeing a new stack on her desk she quickly dismayed the idea. She sat done and started through the pile, only reading bits and pieces of the stories sorting them into, like, dislike, and maybe. There were more maybes than she had wanted but what could she do? She liked stories. She made a list of all the stories she would have to read and who had written them. A knock came from the door. Linda stood outside; Sam got up and walked outside holding the manuscript she had been reading. "Hey, what's up?"
"Nothing" Linda said looking in a new direction.
Sameya looked where Linda was looking; Cameron Holiday stood looking at the two, and then vanished into the conference room. "I see" Sam laughed, "So what did you think of his story?"
"I wasn't crazy about it, but Larry said he liked it, but I don't think we will publish it." Linda said and added, "But the author is amazing. Don't you agree?"
"Come now, go back to work." Sameya said shutting her door and sitting down behind her desk again. Yes Sameya sighed. She picked up where she left off on the story, it was a by a man named Henry Maxell. It was about new technology taking over. Sameya wasn't at all interested in it; she had a hard time reading it. The book contained too many big words and she had to keep looking it up on word. She made a note and found the information on the author. She picked up the phone, dialed the number and waited. Sameya got the answering machine. "Hello, this message is for Mr. Henry Maxell regarding a book submit. This is Sameya Peters and I would like to set up a time to meet with you Mr. Maxell to discuss your book. If you could call 1-800-267-6547 and make an appointment with my secretary Cecil White, thank you for your time." She opened the drawer containing previous ideas and slide his folder in. She picked up the next story and read.
It was well into two when she finished the new stack of manuscripts. She had decided a long time ago she would not eat lunch; she had to get the manuscripts done. Once the new stack was completed, she picked up the old stack she had worked on Friday. She read through one that she had thought would be interesting but was terribly disappointed. The author was well known by the public as an adventure novel, but sadly she had lost her touch. When Sameya called to talk to her about the novel, she agreed with all of Sameya's points. "Thank you Mrs. Etienne." Wow, she wasn't disappointed at all; she must have known that it wasn't a well written book when she wrote it. Sameya was half way through that stack of papers when the phone rang. "Hello" "Yes, sir" She put the phone back down and looked at the clock. It was four, only an hour. Mr. Bowling had called to see if she had made a bad error, but Sameya had yet to accept anyone's story idea. She picked up the manuscript from Aback, and started where she left off.
'Sara and her crew carried on down to the valley and across the Nile. There they turned south, hoping they would be rich in minutes. Nothing but desert surrounded them and the Nile to the right. The sun was setting, 'Let's make camp.' Sara yelled to her crew. They set up camp, fed the horses, and ate themselves. Soon they would run out of food, they needed to restock if it was going to take longer than two days. The nearest town was a two days ride back. Sara had spotted a tiny village before sun down and hoped they would have supplies enough that they could end this journey in one piece. Sara retired to her tent only to be awoken by screams. She grabbed her gun; the one Jason had given her before he set sail back to America. The camp was in an up roar. Bandits roamed the camp in ease slaughtering who ever was nearest. They didn't seem to see Sara as she helped those who were bleeding and in need. However, they did finally see her. "Ah, a women." The screamed, she ran as fast as the sand would let her. But she wasn't quick enough. The grabbed her and tied her hands around her back dragging her to her tent. Her tent was the biggest, and it was there that she met a very dangerous man again. He looked in her direction but made no comment about her. Sara was thrown against one of the sides of the tent, by the rest of her crew that had been capture. Only four had been left alive, while there had been fifteen altogether. She looked around, looking for a way out. If she knew anything about bandits, it was that they weren't always as smart as they thought. It was how she had escaped them last time. But it seemed this time they were better prepared. The man she had never thought she would see again spoke to his bandits, "Prepare to leave, men." Then he left, but stopped to speak to the guards holding the prisoners. He whispered something, and then left. The guards turned to the captives, held a gun out and began to shout. "You have two choices; you can die or join our bandits." The three other captives were guys around twenty who had been looking for a job when Sara had went through Cairo, she had given them jobs, and now they said they would join the bandits. The guard untied them and sent them to work with other bandits. The guard turned to Sara, "I rather die" Sara spat. She rather not, but she didn't want to join the bandits either. The guard laughed and heaved her up. "You don't have a choice, sorry love." He said as he dragged her out of the tent. The bandits left the camp site. Sara was allowed to ride a camel, with her hands tied and a rope connecting to the guard. As they rode, Sara watched the man she described as dangerous. He was the leader of the bandits, they had gotten away with too much stealing and raiding, and he was the father of her child, Derek. He didn't know, and Sara didn't plan to tell him. He wouldn't care anyway. The man, she had been his captive for five days, and in that five days she had never knew his name, but ended up pregnant with his child. Maybe this time she would find out his name, and then she would return to her son and never set foot in the desert again. She had a lot of time to realize that it was her mistake. She should have ended up and gotten a job, but how silly was it for her to get a job. She was the daughter of a millionaire, but they didn't care about her. They had never given her a present, or allowed her to do what she wanted. When she finally had left five years ago to adventure the desert, she never dreamed she would end up capture by a bandit leader. '
Sameya looked at the clock, it was seven. She put the manuscript in her desk, locked the drawers and left Bowling and Todd Publishing Company Corporation, Inc.