… and I haven’t done this already, I think it’s time I post an excerpt of what I’ve written so far this November. So here’s what I wrote today, and what got me up over 15k this evening (yay!). It’s the fourth chapter of Ghost. Hope you guys like it!
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Future Prospects
Fiona felt herself sobering up long before her flight touched down at Reagan National Airport, and she combated the inevitable headache traditionally associated with airport wine with a cup of strong coffee. There was a cab and a driver waiting for her just outside the airport and she climbed into it gratefully. The heat in DC at this time of year was absolutely unbearable, and even a few seconds of walking through it was miserable, especially in her formal suit jacket and skirt.
Traffic was also miserable; Fiona’s flight had managed to be the one that landed during the height of rush hour. As the cab crawled along the highway at a snail’s pace, Fiona did her best to ignore her aching head by checking her phone messages and checking her hotel reservations on her internet application. Everything was in order, even if she was running a bit late. The conference proceedings weren’t due to start for another two hours, and at absolute worst she could go straight to the meeting hall if she didn’t have time to take her bags up to her hotel room. She was glad this year they were holding the conference in the same hotel she was staying in, unlike last year where she’d had to stay in a Holiday Inn near the airport due to spacing and funding issues.
She sighed impatiently, trying to be impressed by the historical monuments she could see out of the cab’s window. The slowness of the traffic made them far less interesting than they could have been, and after a while she leaned forward to address her driver:
“Do you have any idea what’s going on today?” she asked him. “Why is the traffic so heavy?”
The cab driver shrugged without turning to look at her. “Couldn’t say,” he said. “Might be something official going on at the Capitol, or maybe a truck went off the road. Don’t know for sure.”
Fiona sighed again and leaned back into the cab’s uncomfortable leather seats. “Is there any sort of shortcut to the Plaza from here?” she asked. “I really can’t be late for this.”
“Don’t get all bent out of shape lady,” the cab driver said, sounding a bit defensive. “The traffic has a mind of its own here. All we can do is go with the flow. I’ll get you to the Plaza in plenty of time for your meeting, I swear.”
Fiona bit her lower lip in frustration and stared out the window again for a few minutes. Then she went into her jacket pocket and pulled out a small wallet. “I’ll give you thirty bucks extra if you can find me a shortcut,” she said, pulling out a small folded stack of bills. “I mean it, I can’t be late for this.”
The driver turned around this time, an exasperated look on his face. “Lady, I really don’t think there’s much I can do,” he said. “I can take a different bridge, but it’s not guaranteed to be any faster.”
“Try,” Fiona said, pursing her lips and sitting back in her seat again. “I’ll make it worth the trouble.”
The driver faced the road again and grumbled to himself in Spanish and Fiona made out the phrase ‘perra tenso’ over the roar of the traffic. Bristling, she responded in kind. “y ver su idioma,” she snapped at him. Watch your language.
The driver turned back to her, obviously rattled. “Lo siento senora,” he apologized. “I don’t get so many passengers who speak Spanish.”
“Really?” Fiona scowled at him. “It’s practically the first language of the United States these days; I’d be more surprised to meet someone who doesn’t speak it,” She rubbed her temples irritably. “Just get me to the damn hotel and I won’t call your supervisor about it.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, turning back around in his seat and slowly pulling forward in the crawl of traffic.
Fiona sat in silence for the rest of the slow drive to the Plaza. She checked the messages on her phone again, disappointed to find that neither Ellen nor Aaron had called her back. She hadn’t expected to her from her little sister right away; she was taking summer classes and would probably be busy until late this evening. Aaron on the other hand was unemployed and in the same time zone as her; he had no excuse for not calling her back except for deliberately avoiding her.
Unless Mom and Dad cut off his phone, she thought to herself. If they did, it’s about damn time.
The cab driver’s shortcut was successful and she gave him an extra twenty dollars on top of her fare. Less than what she had promised, but he seemed grateful that she’d given it to him at all after his slip-up during the journey. He even helped her lift her suitcases out of the cab and onto the pavement, where a Plaza valet quickly picked them up and dutifully followed Fiona through the glass double doors.
Fiona had her bags sent up to her room after she checked in; she figured it would be wise to go to the conference room to get her badge and information before she went to clean up, just so she wouldn’t have to rush back right before the opening address. As she crossed the lobby, following the signs pointing her towards the conference halls, she heard a voice behind her:
“Hey, Fiona!”
She turned to see her colleague and fellow lab employee, Doctor Thomas McGill, moving towards her in a half-run, hand raised in a wave. Resisting the urge to sigh, Fiona smiled and slowed down so he could catch up. “Thomas,” she said as he fell into step beside her, panting slightly. “Glad to see you made it.”
“You too,” he said, wiping his palms on his jacket. He was a few years younger than Fiona, and the youngest member of the research group they participated in. “Did you just arrive?”
“Yeah,” Fiona nodded. “I left this morning. Red-eye.”
“Yikes,” Thomas chuckled and winced. “Rough gig. I flew in last night with Zach and the Doc. We got a group discount. How come you didn’t get in on that?”
Fiona shrugged, trying to remain nonchalant. “The Doc wanted me to stay the night before the conference to keep an eye on some samples,” she said. “The interns are going to take care of it while we’re gone, but he wanted me to look over them one last time before we were all gone to make sure it was all in order.”
“Oh,” Thomas seemed to crumple slightly, and Fiona tried not to look too smug. “That’s good. Have you seen your room yet?”
She shook her head. “Nah, I figured I’d pick up my badge first and all the information so I can look over it before the proceedings start. How are the rooms here?”
“Good,” Thomas said, still looking a bit deflated. “I’m bunking up with Zach and a couple of other guys from the Biology department.”
“Mm,” Fiona nodded. “That’s not bad.”
“They give you your own room again?” Thomas asked, looking slightly envious.
“Yep,” Fiona said, trying to remain patient. “One of the benefits of being the only female on the team I guess.”
“Yeah,” Thomas trailed off, clearly feeling awkward. “I was just going to go find some lunch,” he said, pointing back towards the hotel restaurant. “You want to grab a bite with me before things get started?”
“No thanks,” Fiona said with as much politeness as she could muster. “I’m not hungry just yet. Maybe I’ll see you at dinner.”
“Sure!” Thomas perked up, and Fiona regretted making that suggestion. “I’ll talk to the Doc and the others, see if we can’t get a group together for some drinks.”
“Okay,” Fiona attempted a sincere smile. “I’ll see you later Thomas.”
“Yeah,” he smiled back and waved at her as he stopped walking and she continued to move away. “See you later!”
Turning her back on her colleague, Fiona resisted the urge to swear and make a detour to the hotel bar. Thomas was the most inept and socially awkward of her associates, and his rather obvious interest in her was frequently a source of frustration for her.
As she entered the conference room at the end of the long, carpeted hallway, she heard another voice call her name right before she reached the registration table:
“Doctor Forrester!”
Fiona turned and saw her boss, Doctor Monroe, standing to the right of the double-doors that led into the second conference hall. With him were two older men, neither of whom she recognized. She joined them after determining that the line at the registration table would be too long for her to politely pick up her materials and respond to Doctor Monroe’s greeting.
“So glad you made it here safe Fiona,” Doctor Monroe said, shaking her hand warmly and smiling, his face crinkling with what Fiona thought was relief. “I’d like you to meet some of my colleagues from when I was first starting out in the Microbiology field. This-” he gestured towards the dark-haired man to his left is Doctor Clive Watterson. He’s been researching cell microstructures in England for the last twenty years.”
Doctor Watterson leaned forward to shake Fiona’s hand. “A very long, dull twenty years,” he said, chuckling with a warm tone. “A pleasure to meet you Doctor Forrester. Doctor Monroe speaks highly of your work.”
“He does indeed,” the second older doctor spoke up as Doctor Watterson stepped back. “Pleased to meet you Doctor Forrester. I’m Doctor Cooper.”
Fiona shook his outstretched hand with barely contained awe and disbelief. “It’s an honor,” she stammered out, trying not to blush.
“Doctor Cooper’s one of the top Epidemiologists in the United States,” Doctor Monroe said, smiling. “Though I assume you already knew that Fiona.”
Fiona tried to remain calm as she spoke. “Yes,” she said. “I’ve done a great deal of research based on your work with the CDC.”
Doctor Cooper smiled lightly, his eyes calm and rather calculating. Fiona felt as if the old man – and he was old, he had to be at least in his mid-sixties – was sizing her up, trying to get a feel for her as a person and a scientist. She had a sudden flashback to her disastrous prom night her senior year when she was living in New York and her date’s parents had spent a good fifteen minutes sizing her up and making sure she was a good Catholic girl who wouldn’t turn their son into a raging sinner the second they walked into the school cafeteria. An ironic attitude, since he was the one who had tried to feel her up on the way there, causing her to get out of the car at a stoplight and spend her senior prom in a night club with the fake ID Holly had made up for her.
Fiona shook her head violently, clearing her thoughts. What was she doing reminiscing about high school? She was standing in front of Doctor Thaddeus B. Cooper, the leading expert in her field, and she was thinking about prom night? Get it together, she thought to herself.
“I’ll be interested to see how your research progresses Doctor Forrester,” Doctor Cooper was saying. “Richard has told me a lot about your current project and I’d be fascinated to hear more of your take on the ‘flu pandemics of the early 21st century. Perhaps the two of you could join me and we could discuss it over drinks later this evening, after the opening procedures of course.”
Fiona resisted the urge to squeal with excitement. “Of course,” she said, nodding, and she saw Doctor Monroe also nod approvingly. “We would be glad to.”
“Excellent,” Doctor Cooper said, smiling a thin-lipped smile at the three of them. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to deliver a speech sometime in the next two hours and should probably be more prepared than what I scribbled down on my restaurant napkin.”
They said their goodbyes and Doctor Cooper slowly ambled away towards the conference hall. Doctor Watterson also departed, needing to speak to his lab assistants. As they left Fiona turned to Doctor Monroe, who looked at her appraisingly.
“Thank you so much for introducing me to Doctor Cooper sir,” she said, still resisting the urge to jump up and down like a small child. “It was a pleasure to meet him.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Doctor Monroe said. “He’s quite a legend in the field.”
“I know,” Fiona said. “I don’t know how many times I’ve cited his work on my research.”
“More times than I can count at least,” Doctor Monroe said, smiling. After a brief pause he spoke again. “Doctor Cooper has a research position open at his lab you know.”
Fiona felt her heart-rate suddenly rise and she tried to breathe regularly. “Really?” she asked, trying to keep her voice even.
“Yes,” said Doctor Monroe, looking out at the crowd of scientists and doctors slowly filling the conference hall. “I’ve recommended you for the position.”
Fiona swallowed hard and looked at her boss, who smiled benignly out at the crowd, looking innocent. “You have?” she asked, her voice cracking.
“I mentioned to him that you were one of my brightest students and better research partners in Santa Barbara,” he said. “And that you would make a great asset to his research team. If all goes well over dinner tonight, and of course during the conference itself, he should be asking you to join him here in Washington sometime next Spring.”
Fiona could hardly contain her excitement. She breathed out heavily and shook Doctor Monroe’s hand. “Thank you sir,” she said. “Thank you very much.”
He sighed and released his hand, smiling with a touch of regret. “I’d hate to lose you at the lab Fiona,” he said. “You are one of my best and brightest. But you’re young; I can’t expect to keep you around forever, no matter how much it benefits my research.”
“I understand,” Fiona replied, feeling her face repeatedly slide into a foolish grin. “Thank you.”
He smiled and nodded. “I have to go find your colleagues before things get started,” he said. “No doubt they need more time to prepare before we present our findings tomorrow morning. Do you have all your documents in order?”
“Yes sir,” Fiona nodded, clasping her hands behind her back and stretching her arms in an attempt to relieve tension.
“Very well,” he said. “Then I’ll leave you to get registered and signed in. Be sure to check in with me later so I can tell you what time we’re meeting Doctor Cooper for dinner.”
Fiona nodded so hard she felt her neck strain. “Yes sir,” she said. “I will.”
“Good,” he said. “I’ll talk to you later Fiona.”
He walked away through the amassing crowd towards the hotel lobby. Fiona stood alone for a few moments, taking deep slow breaths and resisting the urge to squeal and punch the air. Of all the pieces of news she could have gotten that day to offset the way it had started, this was definitely the one she had needed. She got in line to pick up her badge, allowing herself a wide grin. Things were looking up for her, and this was only the start of it.
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