6-Mission impossible

"So, I just have to get my dad to sign this document and then get it back to you?" I asked the lawyer as he handed me three pages held together by a blue paper clip.

"Yes." He replied. He did not look happy about this.

"Thanks." I told him. "Can I get your card? I'll phone you once my dad signs it."

"Sure." He said pulling out his wallet from his back pocket.

I looked back at Finn. He fixed his shades and then returned his hands behind his back.

The lawyer handed me his card.

"Thanks... Steven." I said reading his name on the little card. "I'll call you soon. Please stay close to your cell."

Steven nodded slowly. "Why do you want to drop the charges against him, miss Genesis? Do you know what he did?"

I looked at him, then looked towards the door and then at him again not sure how I'd explain myself. "Steven, let's just say that some things are more important than others."

"I don't get it."

"I don't think you ever will." I told him. "See you soon."

I left the courtroom with the documents in my hand. When we got to the car, I opened the back seat before Finn could do it. I entered and he shut the door. I started going through the documents.

"Where to ma'am?" Finn asked looking at me from the rear-view.

"To the office."

He nodded and started the car. I finished reading the document but couldn't get my eyes off the last section:

I... hereby grant the release and dropping of all the charges that my company... have charged against... on....

Signature...

How was I going to get my father to fill out this form? Would he agree? I didn't think so. Steven even told me so. But there was no other way, unless I forged his signature. No. I can't do such a thing. Steven would surely find out because he is our company lawyer. He probably knows my father's signature very well.

"Can you hand me a pen in the glove compartment?" I asked Finn.

After much scratching, with his eyes darting to the compartment once every while and then back at the road, he finally recovered the pen. He handed it over to me.

Pen against paper, my hand began to tremble. I wrote. I filled in the form with my father's name and stopped by signature. I had to get my dad to sign this document. I had to. I had to think of some way. Nothing was coming. Surely my dad would never sign the form without reading it first. Unless I got him drunk. But how the hell would I do that? And on a Thursday?

This was frustrating! I put the documents down on the seat next to me and held my head in my hands with my curls falling over my shoulders. I tried to think hard but was disturbed by my phone ringing.

I dug in my pocket for it. It was Nathan. 5 missed calls. Oh my... How could I... What was I going to tell him now?

I picked up. "Hello?"

"Genesis where are?" He was asking. "I called you like 6 times, but you wouldn't pick up."

"5 times." I found myself correcting him and then grimaced.

"Does it matter? Fact is, I called you many times, but you didn't pick up. Your phone was ringing but you were not picking up."

"I... I'm sorry." I bit my bottom lip.

"Just... Where are you anyway? Penny told me you went to make some copies, so I went back to my office. When I came back after 20 minutes, she told me you went to the bathroom. I decided to wait for you in your office, but you are still not back. Where are you?"

"Uh..." I looked around. "I'm downstairs, just went to get another coffee."

The car in front of us honked twice.

"Are you driving?" He asked me.

"Uh... Yeah, I didn't feel like Rob's everyday coffee."

"Oh..." Nathan sounded a little not convinced. "Sure, come back soon."

"I will, babe." I said.

He hung up.

"Please drive faster, Finn." I told him.

"There is a speed limit here ma'am. Can't go any faster than this." He said.

"Ugh..." I groaned leaning back against my seat.

***

When we arrived at the company I took the lift past our floor. I went up to the last floor where my dad's office was. Finn stayed in the car.

Holding the documents tightly against my chest I left the elevator and began walking towards my dad's office. When I got to his door, I touched the handle but paused. The plate on his door read: Manager R. Roseburg

I was about to turn the handle when I heard Trisha's voice behind me.

"Excuse me. You can't go in there, Mr. Roseburg is having a meeting right now."

I turned around and saw her standing in front of her desk with a hotdog in her hand.

"Oh!" Her face turned into a beam. "It's you Genesis. Sorry."

I tried to return her smile but failed miserably. "Can I go in?"

"No." She shook her head. "Your father is in a very important meeting right now. But he'll be done in about 45 minutes to an hour."

"I can't wait that long." I told her. "You see, the thing is, I need him to sign this document for me."

"Sure thing." She smiled going to sit behind her desk. "Just give it to me, I'll read it and then when he's done, I'll ask him to sign it and then get it over to you."

"Uh no... It's confidential."

"I'm his secretary so it's totally cool." She assured me taking a bite of her hotdog.

"Nah... I'll hang on to it." I gave her a tight smile. "I'll just wait over there."

She frowned for a second and then wiped it away with a professional smile. "Okay."

I went to take a seat next to the vending machine. I couldn't stop staring down at the empty space my father's signature would soon be scribbled on.

Danlie Forbes... Yoké... I still didn't understand this. It didn't make any sense. But it didn't matter right now. I'll find out everything once I get him out of there.

An idea suddenly popped in my head. I smiled and got up from my seat. Trisha smiled back at me as I approached her. When I passed her desk, her smile turned downwards.

"Where are you going?" She asked me.

I opened my father's door and stood at the door post. The people in the room looked my way blankly. There were two Chinese men seated next to each other by my dad's desk. My dad, seated behind his desk frowned at me.

"Genesis?"

I waved the documents and gave him my sweetest smile. "I'm sorry to disturb. But I kind of..."

My dad got up and tried a smile. "Sorry about this."

He came towards me.

"What are you doing here?" He looked behind me. He was whispering. "Where's Trisha? Didn't she tell you I'm in a meeting?"

"Yeah, she did, dad but..."

"These are very important clients."

"I know dad..." I said. "The thing is, I can't do my work, I need your signature."

"What do you mean?" Raphael asked me.

"You added the article department to my job description. The board don't know that. Apparently, they need your signature on this that states that I have full authority to have the last word." My phone began ringing. "I'm sorry."

I quickly hung up.

"Ugh..." Raphael groaned looking back at his clients and then back at me quickly. "Give it to Trisha, I'll sign it once I'm done."

"The thing is, I'm getting behind with my work. I can't do anything without your signature on this."

He looked behind me impatiently for Trisha. She had the telephone to her ear but looking over at us nervously.

"You know what..." He tapped his pockets. "Where do I sign?"

I held out my pen to him. "Right here, dad."

I pointed to the empty space and tried to cover as much of the statement that I could with the rest of my hand.

He put the pen down on the paper. Ink already making a mark on the paper, he stopped and looked up at me. My heart began beating so fast that I thought my dad realized it too.