The Secrets of the Gobi

Eva Fischer-Dixon

Description

After the sudden death of Joseph Darnell, head of the Darnell Corporation, his only child, his daughter named Moon Light, takes over the family business, which was primarily overseeing their mines production and safety. With her assistant, Jon Johnson (JJ), she travels the world where their mostly gold, diamond mines were located. The latest mining contract possibility leads them to Mongolia, where she finds an unexpected love interest and faces choices to make about her future. Unforeseen circumstances throw Moon Light's life not only in turmoil, but also in danger, by facing the fact that she could lose everyone who means everything to her. To prevent that, she must find her inner strength to survive, and fight for the life of the man who appears to be the love of her life.

Sujets

• Gobi
• Eva
• Gobi Desert
• Secrets
• Désert de Gobi
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 14 mars 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669869702
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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The Secrets of the Gobi
Eva Fischer-Dixon

Copyright © 2023 by Eva Fischer-Dixon.
 
ISBN:
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 
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Rev. date: 03/14/2023
 
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Prologue
 
A Little Bit About Myself
A Memory from My Past and JJ
A Promise to Fulfill
The Altan Tolgoi (Gold Hills) Mine
Jon Johnson (JJ)
At the University of Science and Technology
The Next Year
Surprises
Two Different Worlds
Solongo Titim (Rainbow Crown)
The Wedding
The Aftermath of the Wedding(s)
Back in Sydney, Australia
Kublai Khan
The Morning After
And the Way We Go
Eight Months and Counting
The Accident
The Unthinkable
Where Am I?
In the Hospital in Ulaanbaatar
Mirror Mirror on the Wall
The “Eye Opener”
The Memory Recall “Game”
A “Routine” Day
Dr. Ganzong Khan
Dr. Alastair Tyrell
The New (Old) Me
Getting Back in the Saddle
Ganzong and I
Dr. Jamyanglin
The Findings
The Message
Darhan City Surprises
Decisions
Leaving Mongolia
My Home and Surroundings
New Developments
What Is Happening to Me?
To Give in, or Not to Give in (that is the question)
What Happened?
 
Epilogue

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In memory of my beloved
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Prologue
“You are beautiful,” Dr. Tyrell assured me. “Please, see for yourself.” With that said, he held up a mirror in front of my face. Before I could see my reflection, I closed my eyes.
“I did not want to look, not just yet.” I told him and meant it. I did not care how long he would hold the mirror in front of me, I would look anywhere in the room except into that. A couple of minutes later he put the silver framed mirror down and headed to the door.
“Someone outside the door is anxious to see you,” he remarked, as he was about to open the door. I swallowed hard. My feelings were not clear about seeing anyone I knew from prior to the “accident”. Dr. Tyrell not only said that someone was outside waiting, but he also confessed, that someone called him every day, sometimes more than once to check on my progress. I wondered if that “someone” loved and truly cared about me, the new me? That was a question that burned into my worried mind.
Almost two years have passed since everything in my life was turned upside down within the period of five minutes. Moreover, it has been even longer since I have seen more than a few people from my previous life. I was shocked back to reality when I was unable to recognize my own husband, Enkhtuya, after the plane crash. He was the only person, other than medical personnel who saw me with my “monster” face.
Other than Enkhtuya, nobody from my life before the plane crash had seen me before, or after my surgeries, perhaps except for one brief time when my psychologist paraded a few people in front of me to see if by having them in my hospital room would trigger any memories. It did not happen until that horrible day with Enkhtuya, which shocked me to the core, and which indeed finally forced my memory to deal with all the losses and tragedies in my life.
I was not sure how I felt about seeing anyone who knew me from “before”. Don’t get me wrong; I loved all the people I called my friends, especially a couple of close friends, but I was wondering which one of them was waiting, and which one of them was willing to accept me, the new me.
Somehow, I managed to nod in the direction of the doctor who was resting his hand on the door handle, waiting for my reply. I must admit, I felt uncertainty when I nodded that I “agreed”. He motioned back acknowledging my agreement to see “someone” outside the door. A moment later the door opened and that “someone” walked in.
I slowly looked up and when our eyes met, I noticed a slight tremble in his body, but his facial expression did not change, he remained calm. Did he notice the changes on my face that was shattered with hundreds of tiny glass pieces, and which had to be operated on so many times that only medical records could tell the exact number I went under the knife, just to make me look human again. Not being recognized was one of the biggest fears I harbored, but the smile, no matter how slow it appeared on his face was priceless.
A Little Bit About Myself
I grew up privileged, yet not spoiled. I learned very early on what money meant. My father was in the mining business, and he came from a family that wished for better times. He worked himself through college and received a degree in mine engineering, among other degrees, like chemistry and geophysics.
When I was thirteen years old, I told my father that I missed him a great deal due to his frequent absences from home. He hugged me, and promised me, that he would take me with him next time if my school and my mother permitted. The school would not say “no” to a person who contributed large amounts of money to various school activities, and my mother would not say “no” to me, because she knew that I could be stubborn, and my nagging would not end if she did not give in. So, a month later I joined my father in Summersville, West Virginia.
I learned many things during that trip, some of the facts remained with me for the rest of my life. The number one thing I learned was that my father was a brilliant man. His knowledge about mining was astonishing, and the way people talked to him and asked him questions, it showed me that he was a man of many talents, including handling people, merchandise, and wealth. It happened on that trip that I have decided to follow my father’s footsteps and someday become a mine engineer just like he was. In the meantime, I decided that I would learn as much as I could from his expertise.
First and foremost, I learned that mining was just about the hardest, if not the hardest job on the world. Miners had to endure and work in an environment that would frighten even a strong and hard man. I later read many articles about how young children, even girls, worked in mines, naturally a long time ago, before child labor laws were introduced, approved, and hopefully enforced.
Learning that mine owners could become extremely wealthy, I wondered, that out of the great many mine owners I personally knew, just how many tried to be fair to his employees. Sadly, many of them did not care about their employee’s lives, as they were lowered down mile after mile, deep into the darkness to produce coal, copper, and diamonds, rather, they went after sheer profits. I had knowledge about mine disasters with tragic loss of lives, where the owners did not follow safety guidelines, in other words, they did not offer a better and safer work environment. I knew that someday when I owned, or simply operated mines, human lives would be my top priority.
So, I grew up in Sydney, Australia, but after a long debate between my parents, the family packed up and moved to the beautiful State of Connecticut. I enrolled at the famous college, where I was accepted, none other than the prestigious Yale University Engineering Programs. I got the education that was required for my future work and then some. I majored in both mine engineering and geophysics, in which I eventually received my doctorate degree as a geophysicist. The degree did not come without personal sacrifice, I had to pay for it with only studying during the years that I spent at Yale’s highest level of teaching. No private life, no parties, no boyfriends, but I have become Dr. Moon Light Darnell, it was a title that I have seldom ever used.
As I mentioned, my road to my doctorate degree was long an