Web Blog of Connie Vines, author or multi-genre fiction. Awards: H.O.L.T. Medallion (Honoring Outstanding Literary Talent), Orange Rose, Award of Excellence--Contemporary Romance; Independent eBook Award, Dream Realm Award. National Book Award and Frankfurt Book Award, nominee--YA Historical Fiction. Blog includes guest bloggers and snippets of WIP.
So, it's time for another six paragraphs from Betrayed. Remember this story is based on facts, but the names and some of the circumstances were changed to protect the innocent. Gosh I love saying that. :)
So...here you go:
constant buzz of the alarm invaded Cassie’s sleep. She reached to the
nightstand and slapped the button atop the clock to silence the annoying noise.
Although early, the light from the rising sun filtering into the room forced
her to squint until her eyes adjusted to the brightness. If changing the
position of her home became humanly possibly, she’d turn the whole dwelling
around. The lacey white curtains that matched her down comforter made her bedroom
stylishly feminine, but did little to darken the room.
reluctance, she dropped her legs over the edge of the bed and curled her toes
into the plush ecru carpet. It would be so nice to sleep in just one morning,
but work beckoned. She grimaced at the thought of another day at the office. What
would it be like to be married to a rich man and not have to work?
covered her mouth to mask a gaping yawn, stood and stretched. Her fingers
splayed through a gnarled mass, and she groaned. Going to bed with damp hair
had been a bad idea.
her thoughts returned to Evan—the reason she stayed up late. There was no use
checking for a response this early, besides there was no time and she didn’t
dare be late. Her new boss was a real jerk not at all like the wonderful man
for whom she had worked for years. What were the odds that when her ideal
supervisor retired, she would end up being supervised by a Japanese man?
Somehow people of that particular ethnicity kept turning Cassie’s life upside
had never been racially biased, but perceptions from her new boss’ actions
indicated anyone of the female gender threatened him. He treated her
differently than the male executives, not letting her make decisions as she had
in the past, and never soliciting her opinion. In some ways, working for him
felt like being married to Greg all over again.
new supervisor’s treatment of her set the tone for the other men in the office
and made going to work a chore. If there was any possibility of finding a job
that paid the same great wages, she’d quit in a flash, but unfortunately, due
to unemployment statistics, her chances hovered somewhere between slim and