by Julia Butler
Alicia Harper sat at her desk, feeling anxious. She almost couldn't believe she was working at Newman & Davis. True, she was only a secretary, but this law firm received an amazing number of customers, which meant Alicia would receive an amazing salary: 12 dollars an hour! Well, that was before taxes were deducted; she would actually get only $9 of that.
The phone rang, startling her. "Newman and Davis law firm, how may I direct your call?"
"Is Alicia there?"
"This is she."
"My name is Phillip Masters. Call me back when you get off work today. My number is 639-2551."
He hung up, leaving Alicia confused. She had never heard of this person, nor anyone named Masters. She didn't think it would be a good idea to call this man. She was still pondering the issue when Ralph Newman handed her a stack of papers.
"Miss Harper, would you proofread these letters? I've got to go to a conference, and I'll be back at 10:30."
"Yes, sir." She got straight to work, trying to put Phillip Masters out of her mind.
Arriving home, she checked her mailbox. There was a letter from Laura Bell, head of the Dallas Orphanage. Mrs. Bell often sent her mail; they were like old friends. Alicia had stayed with her for 3 years before being adopted by Peter and Virginia Harper.
The answering machine light was flashing. Alicia pressed the message button. The emotionless, pre-recorded voice stated, "YOU HAVE...ONE...MESSAGES."
*beep* "Hi, it's Phillip Masters. Alicia, you won't believe this, but I am your father. You must come see me at once. Your mother's very ill. We live at 113 Magister Drive. See you soon...I hope." *beep*
"THAT WAS YOUR LAST MESSAGE."
"Oh. My. GOD." Alicia was stunned. Her parents were dead...weren't they?