Chapter 2, part 2
Paris, France
Sofia sat curled up on her sofa with a good book. It was now 10:00 p.m. and she was tired. It had been a long day working with Jean Claud. They had made 134 sketches that day for his new spring collection. It was nice to escape into a romance novel. Sofia had been interning for Jean Claud for about three months now and she had learned so much about haut couture design. Ever since she could remember she loved to play dress up and alter her clothes. Much to her mother’s dismay.
Sofia was raised in Barcelona, Spain. Her mother, Evita, had been a seamstress all her life. Her father, Joan Manuel, a hard working man at the docks of the harbor. Both were still in Spain and she so many miles away in Paris. Sofia’s dream was to move back to Barcelona and start her own design company there. She wanted Barcelona to be the new Paris of fashion.
Fully engrossed in her book, the knock at the door startled her. Who was visiting at this time of night.
“Que?” Sofia yelled from her sofa.
“Mademoiselle Jaramillo?” The lady on the other side and butchered her last name pronouncing it the English way jar – a – mill – o.
“Qui.” Sofia replied.
“Do you speak English?” the lady on the other side didn’t speak a word of French or Spanish.
“Qui, yes a little. What do you want?” Sofia was up from the sofa and at the door.
“I am from the UN Security Council Miss Jaramillo.” Again she had butchered the pronounciation. Sofia looked through her peep hole to see a badge presented in front of her. She opened the door a crack with the chain still attached. She saw two soldiers accompanying this strange woman who was in need of a new wardrobe.
“Miss Jaramillo …” the woman started
“Jaramillo” Sofia replied with the correct pronounciation.
“Pardon me?” the woman looked confused.
“Har – a – mi – yo” Sofia again stated. “Oy, please use Sofia.”
“okay Sofia, can we come in? What I have to say is of the utmost importance and privacy is needed.” The woman was insistent.
“do you think me crazy? I do not open my door to anyone. Especially this time of night.” Sofia was scared.
“Miss … Sofia, I can have these gentlemen break down this door in a heartbeat. Please.” She had a point.
Sofia closed the door and released the chain then opened it again.
“Come in.” She stood aside to let the lady and the two soldiers in. “Please have a seat.” Sofia was a bit embarrassed, she had already changed into her night clothes and had rushed to get a dressing gown to cover up. Pulling her dressing gown to cover her chest up more, Sofia took the wing chair across from the sofa where she had once sat a few minutes ago reading her book.
“Sofia. What I am about to tell you may sound strange and unbelievable.” The woman in bad need of a new wardrobe went into the same detail about the probe and the new ship to carry the human race forward. Sofia sat in total shock. She was dreaming. She had to be.
Sofia looked around at her apartment and wondered what she was going to take of great importance. She needed to call her parents to say good bye. She needed to say good bye to so many people. How was she going to accomplish all of this.
“Sofia, you need to be ready to go in one hour. I will be leaving these soldiers here and they will escort you to the airport. You will then take a plane to your destination and place with the other 99 people who are so very lucky to have this opportunity. I would warn you though, we have cut off your phone and cellular. You can tell no one. Do you understand?” The woman began to pack up her papers and photos. She had used photographs of the probe to make Sofia believe.
“Si, ah yes. Not even my mother?” Sofia was in tears.
“No. It is imperative Sofia that no one know.” The woman headed for the door whispered instructions to one of the soldiers and turned around before exiting.
“You are one of the lucky ones. Soon the rest of the human race will be dead. I will be dead. Your mother and father will be dead and all that is left is you and 99 others to carry on our race. The human race. Consider yourself lucky.” She snorted back. The woman was tremendously jealous and wanted so badly to take Sofia’s place. The will to survive was strong in her.
Sofia shut the door behind the woman. The soldiers waited outside her apartment door. Sofia slid down the door until she was crouched on the floor. She began to sob heavily.
Sofia sat curled up on her sofa with a good book. It was now 10:00 p.m. and she was tired. It had been a long day working with Jean Claud. They had made 134 sketches that day for his new spring collection. It was nice to escape into a romance novel. Sofia had been interning for Jean Claud for about three months now and she had learned so much about haut couture design. Ever since she could remember she loved to play dress up and alter her clothes. Much to her mother’s dismay.
Sofia was raised in Barcelona, Spain. Her mother, Evita, had been a seamstress all her life. Her father, Joan Manuel, a hard working man at the docks of the harbor. Both were still in Spain and she so many miles away in Paris. Sofia’s dream was to move back to Barcelona and start her own design company there. She wanted Barcelona to be the new Paris of fashion.
Fully engrossed in her book, the knock at the door startled her. Who was visiting at this time of night.
“Que?” Sofia yelled from her sofa.
“Mademoiselle Jaramillo?” The lady on the other side and butchered her last name pronouncing it the English way jar – a – mill – o.
“Qui.” Sofia replied.
“Do you speak English?” the lady on the other side didn’t speak a word of French or Spanish.
“Qui, yes a little. What do you want?” Sofia was up from the sofa and at the door.
“I am from the UN Security Council Miss Jaramillo.” Again she had butchered the pronounciation. Sofia looked through her peep hole to see a badge presented in front of her. She opened the door a crack with the chain still attached. She saw two soldiers accompanying this strange woman who was in need of a new wardrobe.
“Miss Jaramillo …” the woman started
“Jaramillo” Sofia replied with the correct pronounciation.
“Pardon me?” the woman looked confused.
“Har – a – mi – yo” Sofia again stated. “Oy, please use Sofia.”
“okay Sofia, can we come in? What I have to say is of the utmost importance and privacy is needed.” The woman was insistent.
“do you think me crazy? I do not open my door to anyone. Especially this time of night.” Sofia was scared.
“Miss … Sofia, I can have these gentlemen break down this door in a heartbeat. Please.” She had a point.
Sofia closed the door and released the chain then opened it again.
“Come in.” She stood aside to let the lady and the two soldiers in. “Please have a seat.” Sofia was a bit embarrassed, she had already changed into her night clothes and had rushed to get a dressing gown to cover up. Pulling her dressing gown to cover her chest up more, Sofia took the wing chair across from the sofa where she had once sat a few minutes ago reading her book.
“Sofia. What I am about to tell you may sound strange and unbelievable.” The woman in bad need of a new wardrobe went into the same detail about the probe and the new ship to carry the human race forward. Sofia sat in total shock. She was dreaming. She had to be.
Sofia looked around at her apartment and wondered what she was going to take of great importance. She needed to call her parents to say good bye. She needed to say good bye to so many people. How was she going to accomplish all of this.
“Sofia, you need to be ready to go in one hour. I will be leaving these soldiers here and they will escort you to the airport. You will then take a plane to your destination and place with the other 99 people who are so very lucky to have this opportunity. I would warn you though, we have cut off your phone and cellular. You can tell no one. Do you understand?” The woman began to pack up her papers and photos. She had used photographs of the probe to make Sofia believe.
“Si, ah yes. Not even my mother?” Sofia was in tears.
“No. It is imperative Sofia that no one know.” The woman headed for the door whispered instructions to one of the soldiers and turned around before exiting.
“You are one of the lucky ones. Soon the rest of the human race will be dead. I will be dead. Your mother and father will be dead and all that is left is you and 99 others to carry on our race. The human race. Consider yourself lucky.” She snorted back. The woman was tremendously jealous and wanted so badly to take Sofia’s place. The will to survive was strong in her.
Sofia shut the door behind the woman. The soldiers waited outside her apartment door. Sofia slid down the door until she was crouched on the floor. She began to sob heavily.
posted by Tracey at 7:29 PM
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So far no one has resisted. They all come around pretty quickly that they are leaving
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