MAYIM: A Christian Apocalyptic Science Fiction Futuristic Novella

She gave him a deadpan glance.

“Have a seat and give me ten minutes to pack.”

She hurried and crammed clothes in her luggage and locked her computer equipment. They rushed to the garage and drove for thirty minutes before she became agitated by the distance of the trip from the condo hotel.

“We’ve traveled twenty miles. Is the resort much farther?”

She pursed her lips and peeped at him with a stern face to show her displeasure.

“It’s straight ahead.”

He glanced in her direction and smirked.

She didn’t trust him—something strange happened in Romala. Someone had tampered with the water treatment plant in the city. Her notes from the water samples confirmed sabotage. She wanted to view the hologram phenomena again. Was he the reason for the contaminated water? Was he part of a larger plot?

Another ten minutes passed, and they arrived. The resort sat on a huge hill made from stone surrounded by rolling hills, a golf course, tennis courts, an Olympic-sized swimming pool, valet parking, and affluent clientele. Cars lined the circular drive with fancy limos, and pricey luxury autos continued to arrive.

She exited the car and watched seven staff members checking in guests. A well-dressed bell boy grabbed her gear.

“Good morning, ma’am. We will put your clothes in your room.” The young man spoke with a British accent.

“Thanks so much, but I will keep my computer and attaché. You can grab my luggage. What is the room number?”