Chapter 23 - The Journey Home
Chapter 24 - We Come In Peace …
Chapter 25 - We Know Best … Ladies
Chapter 26 - School Yard Antics
Chapter 27 - Clinging To The Past To Get To The Future
Chapter 28 - A History Lesson
Chapter 29 - Enemies to … Maybe Not Enemies
Chapter 30 - A Decision To Make
Thank you for reading
About the Author
Turn the page to enter the contemporary world of bakeries in Wisconsin.
Bakery Wars
Chapter 1 - Hope Retreats
Chapter 2 - A Night On The Town
Books In the Magic Of The Galaxy Series
Series 1: Viera Kor
Book 1: Galaxy Lessons
Book 2: Magic Lessons
Book 3: Conflict Lessens
Acknowledgement
This book is the end of the trilogy. I am in talks with my writing team to create more in this world. You are welcome to find me on facebook or my website to let me know your opinion one way or the other.
As always, I am forever grateful for the help, encouragement, brilliance, and laughs I get from wise and wonderful people, such as Weslee Imrisek, Angela Grimes, Nicole Maness, Lawrence Henry, Gavin Rahr, and many others. Without these people, this series would not be what it is.
As much as I love writing, the people who this crazy world has brought into my life is even better! I love you all!
Chapter 1 - Out of Sight, Out of Mind
Viera
“So, you called us here for an emergency meeting for a single alien bug, Ms. Doeth?” The government man’s lip twitched as he tapped his pen on the long mahogany table—too long for the few people attending the meeting. His short dark hair and brown eyes looked dull, as exciting as his personality. He held his face in a generic, if not very plastic looking, welcoming position. “You know we’re busy. Just because you have access to government officials, and somehow got the position as alien liaison at your tender age, doesn’t give you the right to rile up the troops at any drop of the hat.”
Betsy’s mouth tightened. Viera thought her friend might lay a curse on the man. Can she lay curses? Is that even a thing? Betsy straightened and narrowed her eyes. “Mr. Pilsner, I don’t know what my age has to do with anything, but I think you should consult your predecessor’s notes. As for one alien bug as you so nicely summarized, the krottel are a hive species. One bug means there are more we need to worry about. If not on-planet, then they’ll be here soon. We know they want to invade our planet—”
“But they won’t, right?” he interrupted. He leaned back, probably not wrinkling his expensive-looking black suit. “Your report—this report,” he tapped a folder with the end of his pen, “the one you submitted after your friend here left the planet and got our planet on the radar of these creatures … you know what report I’m talking about?”
Viera blanched. Betsy submitted reports to this asshole? She gave him reports about me? Me and my situation? He knows I was taken aboard Thorn’s ship over spring break and whisked away to Torville Station Number Six? Goodness. What else does this jerk know? How many people have heard or read about the chanzii, teleportation, and do they know what GPS really stands for?
Betsy smirked. “Mr. Pilsner, you’ve been on this job for, what, two years?”
“Yes, what about that?” He narrowed his eyes at her, seemingly uncertain where she was going. Viera wasn’t sure either, but Betsy’s attitude had clearly shifted.
“You have other responsibilities. Working with me and the other Pillars is only a small piece of your duties. Am I correct?” She asked the question so lightly, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. It’s a trap! Run, government man, run! Even my students would know to be scared.
“Yes, Ms. Doeth, I have real responsibilities. You’re barely a blip on my radar.”
Betsy’s smile grew. “Perfect.” She pulled out her phone and started typing.
“What are you doing, Ms. Doeth?” He sounded bored, but maybe a bit curious. Nothing he said or did convinced Viera he cared one way or the other. Betsy warned me not to probe inside these walls and read anyone, but can he really be this blasé? No one can be that simple.
Betsy ignored him.
He leaned forward, face tightening, head tilting.
Viera glanced back and forth between them like a silent tennis match. What is Betsy doing? We’re here for a reason, right? Shouldn’t we—she—be doing more?
After a few minutes, Mr. Pilsner, who had finally stopped fidgeting, started tapping his pen on the table again. Betsy continued to ignore him. Is she playing on her phone? Is she seeing how far she can push him? Is this a test?
Finally, Mr. Pilsner sighed, long and loud. “Ms. Doeth, I’m really a very busy man. I have other appointments—important work to do. If you’re going to play on your phone, then I’m afraid I have to leave.”
