Black Ice

By Carla J. Wells

Agatha Morring is majority owner and CEO of a  behemoth healthcare supply company.  She suddenly has an imaginary friend.  Her husband, Nefairo, knows this is bad for business. To prevent the vivid figment of her imagination from ruining everything he has worked he is determined to have Agatha committed to an asylum as fast as possible, unless Agatha can prove the friend is real.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carla Wells
• Release date: Mar 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386068617

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Winter

IT WAS THE DAY BEFORE yesterday when I began to feel sick.  I did take my usual oregano oil capsules several times that day and the next and more today.  Never had I needed to take so many of the orange capsules to get relief from a clogged throat.  Lemon and water, my tried and true fails me, too.

I run Steamroller Corp. day to day.  This day I can neither run it nor sit comfortably and watch others handle it in peace.  I am so out of sorts wandering about this room as if I couldn’t possibly know which end is up.  These walls I know so well.  Paulette and Robinson, my dearly beloved parents, shared this room for forty-five years.

Nefairo, at times, is my dear husband and other times I’m not quite sure what to make of him.  Though I don’t think there’s any harm in him.  Marriages are like that I hear from anyone married.  Sometimes the loved one dotes with lavish attention and at other times show no connection at all.  

Nefairo and I are more of a conglomerate than a marriage.  We run a global multi-billion dollar medical and surgical supply firm. Everybody knows our names. Especially mine.  Steamroller.  A.K.A Steamer, Roller.  It’s the name I was born with and am revered by.  If I need something done my lobbyists know what to do.  If I need something undone, my paid elected officials will get it done.  I’m nice and firm. I’ve heard whisperings behind my back that I’m more firm than nice.

My hugely important father pointed out those attributes.  He thought I exhibited the best of firm and nice.  Mother and father bred those ways into my being.  Mother was the nice one.  Mother had a look about her that said let me be nice, it’s better for everyone. 

Father was the firm one.  He never asked, he commanded.  Politeness with employees will surely be taken as weakness, was his credo.  Next thing you know they’ll run you out of your own office, he cautioned me. 

I saw how both sides if brought together just perfectly would win any goal and overcome any trial. 

Stay  with it, don’t quit they will fold, said father watching his takeover targets resist.  He would wait them out.  Of course, it helped, he secretly