https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/7-10.mp4 Jioni spun in her chair and distracted herself by listening to the constant clacking of Tracey’s keyboard. She thought about what she said about her being a compassionate Agent. She smiled to herself, then frowned. Derrin was compassionate, too, but he seemed more than miserable. Jioni looked toward Tracey. “Do you think being an …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/7-9.mp4 Jioni tried not to pry, but she read the papers quickly as she held them. One discussed earthquakes; another was a letter from Bree Prexy. Tracey snatched the paper from Jioni. “Don’t read those, hun. It’ll give you wrinkles.” Jioni chuckled. “Thanks, Jiji,” She took the last paper stack. “You have the compassion needed …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/7-8.mov “Ok,” Jioni replied. “I’m just tired. I’m thinking a lot, you know? I’ve just been having a hard couple of weeks.” Tracey appeared to be only half listening. She typed in a hurry and, in her quick motion, knocked over some papers. “Ugh, I should’ve organized this this morning.” The papers flew into the …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/7-7.mp4 There was the invitation for a confession—admitting that she trespassed into an unauthorized building, collapsed it, and damaged herself. But as Jioni processed Tracey’s words, she noticed how she encouraged her to take the Junior Trials again. She sat confused. Did Tracey know? Jioni’s breath held; she was taking too long to respond, and …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/7-6.mp4 “You’re so talented and have so much potential. I used to tell your parents that daily,” Tracey said. She typed softly on her keyboard. But it soon became faster and more aggressive. “How would I tell them that their daughter had skipped two days of practice and failed her Junior Agent exam?” Jioni stayed …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/7-5.mov It was evident in Tracey’s silence that the one-word answer didn’t satisfy her. But Jioni struggled to say anything else. She loved Tracey and wanted nothing more than to impress and please her. But at the same time, her energy drained near her. There was no ignoring the ever-present stress that radiated off of …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/7-4.mov Before Jioni could get an apology in, Tracey hugged her. With this hug, the anxiety melted off of Jioni, and her confidence rose. But this was Tracey, after all, and she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was in trouble. That she was only being comforted before being scolded about LaMesha’s report. Jioni’s …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/7-3.mp4 The door creaked open. Latches and chains unclicked and unbuckled. Tracey peeked through the door wearing her button-up collared shirt. She smiled, and her wrinkles became more prominent with her expression. Kind Tracey had opened the door. “Hi…” Jioni smiled back. Her thoughts finally rested. “Don’t knock like that,” Tracey said. She appeared relieved …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/7-2.mov Jioni immediately made a detour to City Hall. It was there off to the distance with its white bricks and Roman-like pillars. How neatly shaven the trees and grass were made it stand out from everything else in City Two. Jioni reached it and climbed up the marble steps. Her legs ached with nervousness …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/7-1.mov The walk was a long, slow, cold one. One with questions Jioni built up in her mind that lacked resolve. She needed to speak to Tracey. The volatile, unpredictable, yet affectionate Mayor Tracey. And as she thought to propose her plan to the mayor tomorrow, her absurd, stolen plan. She had doubts. And doubts …
