https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/12-5.mp4 LaMesha’s face flushed white, not at the thought of some special mission but from the idea of working with Jolene for an extended period; what did she mean by “together?” She hesitantly glanced at Jolene, who was open-mouth smiling. LaMesha became uneasy. back next
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/12-4.mp4 “Hey, look, it’s Jo—you graduated today, didn’t you? Congrats!” DaMarko said with enthusiasm. “Oh, and you look great in your Agent uniform.” “Uh-huh, that’s right, thanks! And already, we have a special mission together,” Jolene replied as she high-fived DaMarko. LaMesha came forward with confusion painted on her face. “A special mission? Mayor, what …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/12-3-1.mov “LaMesha! DaMarko! How are you guys?” Jolene said as she came racing towards them. LaMesha stood shocked at Jolene’s choice of uniform: she wore the signature light blue and white, denoting her newly acquired Agent status; white bootcut pants, jacket, and heeled boots. LaMesha couldn’t help but cringe at the boots. Is she going …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/12-2.mp4 The uncertainty came with anxiety; she walked faster. After a few minutes of walking in the wooden hallway, the two entered Ms. Tracey’s office: there she stood with a coffee mug in hand, leaning against the only desk in the big empty room. Her face read exhaustion, and her shirt untucked. Before LaMesha could …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/12-1.mp4 LaMesha remained close to DaMarko as they entered City Hall—something about it felt unusual—the workers there, such as the receptionists, counselors, and custodians, were absent; it was quiet, empty, and smelled burnt: the nostalgic burn of a simulation trial, but it wasn’t an authorized day; nervousness skittered down LaMesha’s spine. She turned to DaMarko, …
