Nonfiction
Memoir | Classical Music | Part VI of VI
It was yet another evening working late alongside the bureau's assistant secretary, as his primary office secretary clocked out at 5:00 PM sharp. He frequently requested that I step in as his proxy office secretary during these hours. During one of these evenings, I stumbled upon the enchanting melodies of classical music.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | The Pentagon | Part VI of VI
As a young woman with limited experience, I decided to leave my position at the Department of Prominence. After my resignation, I began seeking opportunities with federal government contracting companies. It wasn’t long before I secured a position with Consolidated Analysis Center, Incorporated, commonly known as CACI. They brought me on board to work at the Pentagon, the central hub for the U.S. Department of Defense.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | C.I.A. Lover | Part VI of VI
Please don’t judge me for channeling my inner American singer-songwriter, Taylor Swift, who sings about her past relationships. Can we make that a promise? Just like her, I’ll give you a glimpse into my love story with a mysterious Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) agent.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 14
When travelling overseas, one of the things that I get the most pleasure from is visiting local convenience stores and supermarkets. Mainly because it’s an easy introduction to local snacks, drinks and vices. Although it may be slightly materialistic and safe, beyond this, I find it an interesting window into the day-to-day life of local citizens. This fascination probably stems from my time living in Japan, where konbinis† are quite literally on every corner. To be clear, I’m talking about a world before Facebook and where every Aussie with a passport hadn’t yet “discovered” the Karaage-kun and dollar chuhais at Lawson.
By S. J. Leahy3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | The Bus Stop | Part VI of VI
As the clock struck the end of the workday, I found myself making my way toward the bus stop, eager to catch the 5:30 p.m. bus that would take me home. Joining me at the bus stop were other women from the neighboring government agencies. As I crossed the street towards the bus stop, I noticed women converging from all directions, each with their own stories about work. The bus stop became a spot where we women exchanged our workday woes and challenges.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Special Agent Mia | Part VI of VI
From a young age, I was enthralled by the exhilarating exploits of special agents in movies like James Bond, Mission Impossible, and Salt. Naturally, I found myself daydreaming about stepping into the shoes of a special agent myself. Little did I know that fate would grant me the opportunity to live out this fantasy, though in an unofficial capacity.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Notetaker | Part VI of VI
I found myself in a difficult situation! My new supervisor, Sally Horowitz, requested that I become the note-taker for the newly formed Y2K meetings she would be leading. The problem was that I had no prior experience taking meeting notes—my note-taking skills were limited to my college days! I was unsure if I could accurately capture the essential points in such significant meetings.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 13
Although we didn’t have a license to free roam, there were plenty of establishments in the hotel to keep us fed. Each morning, for breakfast we had the expansive Marco Polo buffet. In the evenings, there was a traditional Pakistani buffet for a local flavour. As for Eastern Asian flavours, we had Taipan yum cha and the “best restaurant in Pakistan,” Sakura Japanese. Catering to the Western palate, you had the Steakhouse or executive lounge. Room service, a café in the lobby and the Kwikimart† rounded out the plethora of options at our immediate disposal.
By S. J. Leahy3 months ago in Chapters
