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This psychological thriller is inspired by true stories. An extremely brave woman finds herself in a challenging dilemma. Facing mental health issues, she needs to get out of a noxious environment. Ezra is a happy young woman who hopes to one day meet Prince Charming. You know, the one who is handsome, polite, brave, romantic, looking for his true love! Shortly after her wedding, she is quickly disillusioned. She finds out he is nothing of a prince. He is somehow linked to a secret society. People who are in close contact with this group have shown similar strange behaviors. The symptoms vary from memory loss, confusion, fatigue, mental breakdown and panic attacks. They all experienced intense fear. What happened? When Ezra turns to her prince for help, she soon discovers she is in for a long ride. Worried about her children, and their safety at stake, she must make a difficult decision. Stay and maintain a rich lifestyle, and suffer, or leave but fight. As Aristotle said, he who has overcome his fears will truly be free.
Short sentences, short paragraphs, for easy reading. With a mixture of action and reflections in the minds of the aggressors (who all have devils names) and victims, The Silent Force references some actual cases of honor crimes, strange syndromes such as the so-called “Havana Syndrome”, and murders by poisoning which are chilling. It is also an incredible message of hope for anyone caught in the clutches of a domineering family, victim of domestic violence, or in any toxic relationship.
A thriller to read, with a single mantra: There is always a way!
RoseM is Canadian, born in the Caribbeans. She is a working mom with three children. RoseM loves cooking and watching series with her family. She is fluent in French, English and Creole, and has a basic knowledge of Spanish. RoseM holds a Bachelor of Arts degree, with a major in Sociology and Leisure Studies. She has taken part in several motivational speech contests. Her passion to help others led her to craft this first thriller.
G. Bruno was born in Canada. He is fluent in French, English and Spanish. He holds a Bachelor's degree in Sciences. G. Bruno had been a soccer coach for 15 years, a university lecturer, and he enjoys helping people in various ways. G. Bruno has traveled extensively, in the US, in Europe, Africa and South America. He loves geography and history, and is the father of three children and two young grandchildren.
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RoseM and G. Bruno
THE SILENT FORCE
The silent force
When courage is your only way out!
Steve was washing some luxury cars that day, Audis, Mercedes, and a few Maseratis.
He had been working in this garage for a while. He was a mediocre employee, with little initiative. But he was honest and usually on time.
He sometimes forgot things, like a bottle or a cleaning product in the car, or to wash the lights. But the boss liked him. It was difficult to find employees with a low salary. It was, also, unpleasant job conditions.
As for the customers, they were rather indifferent towards him. All that matters to them was a job well done. Nothing more.
One day, a couple came back to pick up their cherished Land Rover.
“Sniff, sniff... what’s that smell?”
Bill saw a dirty rag on the back seat.
“Oh, no! That’s disgusting! That’s unacceptable!”
“Please, Karen, don’t say anything! Look, I took it out. Forget about it.”
“Bill, we’re not letting them get away with this. I need an apology right now!”
“Karen, I took that nasty piece of cloth out. It’s okay now honey. Let’s go!”
“No way! This smell is so strong, it stinks. It will remain for a long time!”
Karen went out of the car towards the employee. “That’s a spooky looking dude. I had better be quick.” she thought.
“Hey, excuse me. Were you the one who cleaned our car?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ma’am? Ugly work you did. I want to speak to your supervisor.”
“Oh, okay. He has that red shirt across the parking lot.”
“Get out of my way now, idiot!” whispered Karen.
Steve was used to these unpleasant remarks. He did not care. He was there for his pay, nothing else. Hoping to keep his job.
Bill waited in the car while Karen reached the supervisor. He looked at himself in the mirror to verify his handsome face and beautiful curls. He pulled out a comb to fix his greased hair. He noticed something familiar about the poor man. After exiting the car, he had a flashback.
“Hey, Steve??? Is this really Steve?”
“Um, yes...” Steve grumbled, uninterested.
“THE Steve?? Steve Orion THE quarterback? We played together in the football team at the University of Mount-Trial. I’m Bill Delano, your offensive line center guard! I was the one who was handing you the ball between my legs!”
“Hi James. I remember you, vaguely.”
“Vaguely? You’re kidding. I am not James, I am Bill. So, Steve, is this your dad’s or your uncle’s company, and are you helping today? This can’t be your genuine job, you tell me!” quipped Bill.
“Indeed, it’s my duty. Not my father’s business, nor that of any member of the family.”
Bill was flabbergasted. Steve was the star of college and university. He came from a wealthy family, with enviable grades, promised to such a bright future.
“Well, Steve, I may not be minding my business, but what happened to you? One day you quit the team, and the school, you flat out disappeared, so to speak. What happened? A tsunami?”
“I got in a lot of trouble.” Steve said laconically. “I don’t feel like talking about it. Now I have work to do, life goes on.”
Bill left with a good tip, disoriented by the decline of his ex-buddy Steve. Whom he had not seen since his glorious university years.
Karen had kept the chase on.
“Hi, I heard you are the manager. Your guy did a lousy job in our car. He left a smelly rag on the back seat. Dirty, stinky. Is that how you treat your loyal customers? I want a refund!”
“Ma’am, we don’t give refunds. I will clean your SUV now again for you. If it’s necessary.”
“How dare you speak to me that way! Do you know who I am? You just lost our business!”
“Bill, let’s go! We will never come back here again.” Bill was speechless. He looked at Karen and at Steve. Drove off, looking lost.
Steve glanced at them, sadly. Another unsatisfied customer.
***
“You’re sick again, Ezra, aren’t you?” the half-threatening, half-indifferent voice called out.
“Stop complaining. You look like an old heap of scrap metal. Get a move on!”
Ezra was struggling to complete her tasks, as was too often the case. She had been sick due to unknown causes, for years. Yet she was putting all her efforts, all her heart into it, for her children, first, and for herself, far in second place.
***
All this circus in which Steve and Ezra had found themselves had been well orchestrated. In fact, a long time ago, with Bigotry as its country of origin.
A woman came out of the kitchen, shouting from afar. “It’s time for dinner, Seer!”
Seer was the fourth in a family of five boys. A curious kid. Bigotry was also a peculiar country, strange. That was an understatement.
In 1940, the population of Bigotry was about 30 million. But quite dense. With overcrowded cities and large pockets of poverty, sometimes extreme.
In the late 1940s, the country emerged from the former Mighty Empire in a successful independence movement.
A few wealthy families benefited, but ordinary people had noticed no genuine change. Except a moderate impoverishment, balanced by a few advantages in their everyday life. But nothing more.
Seer was very young when the Empire had dumped Bigotry. He didn’t remember, but he heard a lot about it. He was proud of his country, and indifferent to the Empire and its domination. Seer was an awkward boy himself, consumed by an inordinate ambition. And above all, he had a thirst for severe control over everything.
This little devil Seer loved to read all kinds of books. He was dreaming that one day he would become a successful businessman. He would have a big family, a plush house, an immense pool, luxury vehicles and more. Seer loved the idea of having a flower garden. Not because he liked flowers, but to show his prosperity. He wanted to leave no doubt in people’s minds. He had carved out an enviable place for himself in society. Succeeded in his life.
He knew it would be difficult to achieve this in his hometown. It was a daunting task for people to improve the social standing of their birth in Bigotry.
Young Seer wanted to become an important and respected person. It wasn’t clear how to proceed. He worked hard at school, wishing to build a successful career when he grew up.
He was listening to the conversations of adults at school, and on the streets. He wanted to understand who led the discussion, and how. This thirst for knowledge, information, and control, haunted him.
One day, his father offered him to go and study in a foreign country, far away. In the western hemisphere, Canasta. Seer instantly accepted, even though he didn’t know where the land was. He only knew that Canasta had been part of the Mighty Empire, like Bigotry. He also learned that most people lived differently there. It was freezing in winter.
But about Canasta’s neighbor, the powerful United Spaces of Argentia, Seer had learned a bit more. The USOA was also a former member of the Mighty Empire. They had won the war of independence. A century later, they became more powerful than the Empire had ever been.
***
USOA people owned many companies and businesses with branches in Bigotry. Many well-known professionals such as engineers, eminent chemists, and doctors lived there. Some had worked there only for a few years, while others did spend their entire career in the region.
Two of the known professionals were directors in the largest factory within 300 kilometers near the village of Seer. A huge international chemical company that was owned by USOA nationals.
Seer had run into these two VIPs from time to time at the local market. He had noticed them because of their stylish clothes and hats. Also, because of how they paid lavishly.
Sometimes, they would foolishly display small wads of dollars from their well-stocked wallets. They were not rude to the local vendors, but cold, unsmiling. In Seer’s opinion, they showed little respect for his culture, haughty. Flaunting their superior class. But unconsciously, he envied these foreigners from a powerful country. They were sure of themselves, dominant.
So, when his dad offered him to study in Canasta, he jumped on it like a leopard on a fleshy prey.
***
On the eve of his plane flight, his father approached him.
“Son, always remember who you are and where you come from.”
“What do you mean, Dad? I will always recall this house.”
“I know, but I’m talking about much more... Well, make sure you pass on your culture to your children and grandchildren. Never forget your youth, our way of life, our traditions. Foreign countries have strange habits. We have the right ones, you know! You have the proper way, keep it, cherish it, protect it, until your coffin, promise?”
“Sure, Dad, sure, I understand, and I swear to you.”
Seer had guaranteed, convinced, from the depths of his soul.
***
In Bigotry, a significant part of the population lived with this closed mindset. Surely not everyone, though. For those who had it, maintaining the family image was paramount. Almost any type of action to preserve. They tolerated it, even encouraged. Physical mistreatment, abuse, even honor killings were acceptable. And in some families, it was deemed necessary.
The local police were impassive, even powerless faced with these crimes. Sometimes savage acts that were often covered up by neighbors, for fear of reprisals. In some cases, this behavior was approved, encouraged by other powerful families. And their members would sometimes bribe the police not to investigate as they should. Fear in the population, or reasons that sometimes resembled passive indoctrination, led to the tacit support of these actions.