Lincoln's Revenge

Chapter One : The Meeting

“Oh, come on already! Pull the F*** up!” Screamed Liza, while constantly slamming the car horn of her Rolls Royce. Liza De La Cruz hated the city traffic, like any other sane human being that spent a quarter of their life in the polluted city. But not only was there bumper to bumper traffic, it was pouring down heavy rain drops where the window wipers were going bonkers against the stylish vehicle of Liza De La Cruz.

                “I simply can NOT be late….” She mumbled to herself as she reaches over her apple phone to check any missed calls or unread text messages and emails, the last message was from her beloved daughter Abby, stating that she was going over to her Best friends, the twins Maya and Tanya, for a sleepover study group and a email from her husband, stating that he was going to be home in the next 3 days from his business trip in Washington, and lastly an email from her Agent, saying that she has a photoshoot due in Colorado to sponsor some mountain climbing gear. Satisfied that she was on top of her technology game, she opens her camera to be sure that she was presentable.

                At the age of 40, Liza De La Cruz was a real beauty. A lot of strangers would stop and awe and gawk as well as give her comments on how much she looks like Angelina Jolie. With long wavy dirty blonde hair with a few strands of silver that she accepted in her fashion sense, was pulled back in a fashionable ponytail with the Kim K front hump hairstyle followed by a simple braid. She check on the blush she had on her infamous high cheekbones that are simpler to the famous actress and the liquid black eyeliner that bolded her hazel green eyes that are the color of jade and amber; she then took out her favorite lipstick and put a second coating on her natural plump nude lips.

                Again, satisfied of her lovely appearance, she looks up from her phone and shuts off her camera and places her phone safely to her purse to show that she has not even moved an inch from traffic. “You leave an hour early to get to a place 30 minutes early and this s**t happens…” Liza mumbled to herself and slightly bang her head against the white leopard seat covers in her car. She reaches over back to her phone to ask Siri how far away she was at the meeting place that she was supposed to be at by 7PM. “The drive from your location to your destination is 5 miles.”

                “I…AM….10 MINUTES AWAY!!!” Liza cried out and look at the dashboard reading 6:45PM. “I’m never going to make it…my opportunity of success is all gone…just slip through my fingers onto THIS STUPID TRAFFIC!” Liza cover her face with her hands and sobbed, trying to muffle and calm herself so strangers will not think she is TOO crazy. With a couple of breathes, she fans herself so the make-up would not melt off and place her phone back to her purse and pulled the crisp vanilla folder she was supposed to present in the meeting. The vanilla folder, which was label LOR7259 was as thick as a phone book which contain various details from hospital records down to a birth certificate.

                Liza place the neat folder back to her passenger seat and pulled up a couple of feet in the heavy city traffic, staring at the freeway feeder exit she is supposed to take to meet her destination. ‘Come on, come on, Come on.’ She thought to herself as she tried to squeeze her car as close to the feeder as possible without hitting any other cars. ‘Just pull up a little bit more!!!’ Liza held her breath as the light at the end of the tunnel was within reach, where her Rolls Royce will vroom in victory and out of this traffic. “YES!!!” Liza squeal in delight as she was able to vroom into the tight space into the feeder exit. “I THINK I’M GOING TO MAKE IT!” She squealed again pressing the gas a little more and more until she can finally see the building on the right-hand side, the building that was going to make her dreams come true. “YESSSS!!” Liza was about to thank the higher power until suddenly *CRASH* BANG* “NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” Liza screamed in anger as 3 cars in front of her got into a huge accident with each other where she was stuck, watching the cars smoking in the heavy rain, where 1 Hispanic guy, a family of 4 and a elder couple came out of their respectable vehicles and started to play the traditional blame game.

                Liza could only stare at the building and the crash, on how her future was within 50 ft from her, how it was ruin in mere minutes of being in traffic for over an hour. ‘What kind of sick joke is this….’ She thought to herself, her eyes beginning to burn in tears again. “WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE IS THIS?!?!” She yelled on top of her lungs squirming around her seat with the seat beat almost choking her. “Jesus f*****g Christ…” She groans and suddenly a warm hand touches her shoulder.

                “You called me sweet cheeks? Oh, and you brought the folder, how lovely!” said the owner of the warm hand. Liza turn around and was about to slap the perve until she recognizes the face. With very soft facial features, but a few scars around the face and forehead, Jesus was a hard working man with tired eyes, brown hair that look soft to the touch, his tired eyes smiled at Liza while reaching over to the vanilla folder. “Jesus, how did you get in my car?!” She gasps as she thought to make sure all doors were locked. “You missed the back doll face, but it’s a good thing cause I was getting tired waiting outside in the rain for you, you sure almost made it if it hadn’t been in that accident up ahead, oh look, the dad and Hispanic guy are fighting, want to place a bet?” Jesus chuckle as he opens the folder to scan the particularly important contents.

“Umm, isn’t that for Augustus eyes only?”

“Yup.”

“And you are looking through it?”

“Seems that way.”

“Why? Aren’t you going to get into trouble?” Liza stared at the mysterious man. Jesus rolled his eyes towards Liza and sighed. “Look, I hate doing the ring around the rosy thing with Augustus so I had a thought, maybe I should be the first to look at the folder so I can SEEK more information meanwhile he can talk to all her staff or whoever to get things ready.” With that, Jesus went back to the documentation to only have his tired eyes widen with exactment with a hint of fear.

                “Oh…wow…. never thought he would attempt this project again.” Jesus quickly slammed the documents shut to place them inside the brown jacket he was wearing while reaching over to the small suitcase that was idle next to him this whole time. “Right Liza, I won’t mention that you were late if YOU don’t mention that I took a glimpse on the documents to Augustus, it’s a win/win. Now here is a quarter of your payment. Once we receive project B, C, and D, you will get another payment.” Without asking questions, Liza happily accepted the suitcase with delight and sighed in content. “I’m sorry for being late again and that you have gotten all wet, do you want me to drive you somewhere? I can look up a hotel around here.” Liza said as she turns around to look through her phone to google hotels near her. Jesus only laughed and replied, “It’s okay sugar, I can go from here, plus, the chicks upstairs would like the wet look, until next time.”

                “Wait what?” Liza said to only glance back to see Jesus was gone, her Project A Meeting was over, now to project B as Liza found her chance to squeeze out of the car accident into a gas station side street, on her way home.