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What causes an otherwise upbeat, positive thinker to die an introvert?
                                                                    Vaccination Connection

                                                                                  Chapter i


         I detected a bounce in my step that hadn't been there in almost a year. I felt more hope for OUR fledgling company and our relationship since we talked last night. Cory Blaze, his business partner, met me for coffee after church, and Cory invited me to the house for dinner. I hesitated, but Cory assured me that we needed to talk. And talk they did.

  My thoughts traveled back to the night of the argument from which our split resulted.  I'd worried about three weeks because Cory just went to the doctor, and the doctor put him in the hospital. I couldn't even visit him during this time, and nobody, not even his twin sister, knew what was happening. The nurse wouldn't tell Cary anything. She said the doctor left instructions not to talk to Cary, which made me suspect that something was not right. I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong, but I suspected it had to do with the vaccine. Cory was due for his third vaccine booster shot, and we had argued regularly about it. He decided to forgo the booster shot in the program. Finally, Dr. Draper, a virus specialist or research Biologist, told Cory that he was a high-risk patient because he had survived the Coronavirus.

         We agreed--me grudgingly so--that since he had been ill regularly following his last booster shot, it did make sense to take the third booster shot. He was in the hospital for three weeks. So, naturally, when no one could get any information about Cory's condition, my misgivings surfaced with a vengeance and convinced me that Cory was coerced into taking the booster shot, after all, or maybe he had no say in the matter. At one point, Doctor Draper called me and said his partner left transfer orders stipulating that Cory be transferred to Granger Research Facility. When I heard those words, my pessimism went into overdrive. But what could I do? Nobody but nobody moved a patient in the middle of the night. I am a pessimist. The doctor phoned two days later to say that Cory was back at General hospital and was ill.

         "Hey, Misty," I said as I passed her desk on the way to my office. My mind continued its journey. The day after Cory returned from the hospital, he told me that he submitted to the pressure and took the vaccine.  Two days later, we argued about it, and I left the next day. Granted, I jumped to the wrong conclusion and didn't even give Cory a chance to explain. A  mistake on my part. I know today that Cory had no say in what happened. Doctor Baker didn't leave the bogus transfer order; it came via telephone following Dr. Draper’s last rounds. That's what Cory told me last night. He said they transferred him back to General Hospital when his doctor began to suspect foul play.  “Look, Jordy, I know you think taking the last booster shot of the virus therapy is dangerous, and I agree, but I can’t go on like this. I’m just fucking tired of being sick and tired. Don’t worry about me. I’ll fix this problem, Jordy, and I’ll come out on top.

“But Cory, taking that vaccine is a suicide, you said it yourself. Don’t check out, Cory, fight for your life, don’t give up.”

{indent}Cory’s eyes bugged at what I had said. “Jordan Graves, do you think I'd take such a crass and selfish solution to this problem. No, I will never check out of this life. I want to survive this treatment and make those people who did this to me pay for their actions. I want to live, Cory repeated. “Jordy, this company, my sister, and you are my reason for living. I know you care; you always have. We’ve cleared the air. I  feel better today than I’ve felt in a year, I think,” he chuckled, “I’ll see you at work tomorrow, man. Sleep well, and thanks for listening.”

Cory had the Coronavirus in the beginning, and a virus specialist—if there is such a thing—convinced Cory had him that he was at high risk of another episode if he wasn’t immunized. But Cory decided against finishing the program, and then he got sick again. He, therefore, thought it would be foolish not to finish the program, although he kept getting mysterious but not as intense, episodes of the virus. He was in higher spirits after we talked, than he had been for some time.

         I entered the office, set my laptop pouch on the desk, and hung up my coat. I sat down behind my desk, booted up my laptop, and clicked into my email, instantly alerted when the emergency message notification blinked on. I opened the message in question. I gasped and sat back in my chair, resting my head against the plush headrest and closing my eyes as I attempted to digest what I just read:

         Cory Blaze commits suicide. It took a few long minutes to digest what I just read, and then: "Are you kidding?" filled the room for all to hear, although no one but me was present. "No!" I said. That was so bogus. Cory would never have chosen suicide as a way out. He'd fight to the end. So, sometime between my leaving Cory's condo last night and Cary finding his body this morning, someone had entered Cory's condo. Hell, maybe they were already there trying to change Cory's mind before I arrived. Cory fully intended to come to work this morning. Instead, I now scrolled aimlessly further down my list of emails and stopped when I found a message marked urgent. I opened it and read.

I tapped the intercom button. Misty, will you come in here, please?"

"In a minute, Boss," she said.

         When Misty entered the room, she read my face correctly. "I'm sorry, Jordy, I don't know what to say. But from what little I know about Cory Blaze; suicide was not in that man's portfolio; Cory would fight to the death before he'd end his life with a period."

         "Exactly, but what can we do about it?"

         "Get with Cary, Jordy; she was his sister after all."

         "Look, I'm going to check out of here for the day. I must know what's happening. It just doesn't make sense, Misty," I said as I threw the strap of my laptop bag over my shoulder, and grabbed from its hook on the coat rack, and head for the door.

         “Sure, Cory, take as much time as you need. I’ll cove
r for you here.”

                                                                    Chapter 2

                                                                The Coffee Shop     

         Cary sat at the small square two-person table in the far corner of the Starbucks coffee shop. The coffee shop sat on the top tier of the Starbucks Coffee Island which graced the two-acre corner lot a block north of our company office building. I entered and as soon as she saw me, she waved to get my attention. I hung up my coat and hurried across the coffee shop to where she sat across from her at the small two-person square table. "Cary, this has been one hell of a Monday," I said as I sat down.

         "You can say that again," she said. “When Cory called me last night, he was so happy and upbeat, and he fully intended to come to work this morning. What could have happened?"

         "Cary, do you remember what happened in the hospital? I mean, of course, you remember. After the argument, I walked out and didn't even give Cory a chance to explain. Now I wish I had listened. Cory didn't commit suicide, Cary, and you know it," I said earnestly."

         "Yeah, well, what good is knowing? In the end, my brother is still dead."

         "I received a strange message in an email this morning. I must study it closer before I divulge its contents."

         "I received a strange communication also, and I must study it closer. Somebody is trying to shed some light on what is quickly becoming the most engaging mystery in the history of our small community. What did Cory know that got him killed?" Cary asked.

         "I have no idea, Cary, but everyone will be shocked when the answer is revealed,” I said.

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