This week I'm sharing a little more of my WIP,
Sarah's Hope, which I hope to finish this month. I hope you enjoy it, but remember this is the first, unedited draft:
While she waited for Daniel, she wandered down the hallway..“Mr.
Crane?” Sarah stood in the doorway of
her supervisor’s office. Uneasiness trembled in her voice.
“Yes.” He turned,
brows raised.
“I-I’d like to reconsider my earlier decision if you don’t
mind.”
“About taking time off?”
His mouth pulled into a frown.
“Yes. I’d like to get
away for a while, and I’m considering a trip to another country.”
“Another country?”
His voice climbed an octave. “How
long would you be gone?” He dropped a
file onto his desk and crossed his arms across his bulging stomach.
Sarah squared her shoulders. “Since you mentioned hiring someone to fill in for me, I’d like
to request a month away.”
The sun shining through the window behind him cast what
looked like a halo around his head.
Sarah almost laughed since he was anything but angelic. “What do you think,” she asked, feigning
bravery she didn’t feel. The man had an
intimidating presence—always did.
He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. “I suppose if
you need time off, you need time off.
I’ll put in a call and arrange a temporary person. When do you plan to leave?”
“At once...i-if that’s okay.
I received another threat here at work today, and I’d really like to
just disappear for a while. I don’t plan
to let anyone know my destination, so if you don’t mind, I’m not even going to
tell you.”
He stiffened. “Surely
you don’t suspect me?”
Sarah shook her head.
“Oh, it's not that, sir. Not at all, but I figure the fewer people who
know my whereabouts, the better.”
Mr. Crane cleared his throat again. “Well, then enjoy your time away, and I hope the police find whoever is behind all
your woes. I’m sure I’ll get someone in
to read while you’re gone. If not right
away, I’ll still have Marie.” He stared
into space and massaged his chin. “Hmmm, maybe I’ll have an assistant editor
step into your place. That would save me
some money”
“Right.” Poor
Marie. She certainly wouldn't be happy to
learn she was the sole senior editor, but given the circumstances, she’d understand. Plus, she knew how cheap the
boss was when it came to running the business.
Sarah wanted to scream at him, but forced kindness to surface. “Thank you, Mr. Crane. I’ll apprise you of
any progress made, and I’ll see you in a month.”
Sarah slunk out of the office before her boss had a chance
to reconsider his moment of niceness.
She glanced at her wristwatch—quitting time. Marie must surely be
wondering where Sarah was.
Watch for the completed novel coming from Books We Love and appearing on my
Amazon page.
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