Romance: The Betrayal: Romantic Suspense With A Bizarre Twist

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Authors: Melody Hall
had moved away nearly seven years ago.  She only went home for the occasional Christmas when she didn’t have to work.  “I think I’ll have to work that day and won’t be able to come back.”  Again, she stated a lie.
     
    There was a long pause on the other end, before her mother spoke up.  “Please try.  Your sister has some news and we would love to see you.”
    News? Marisa thought.  “I’ll see what I can do.  I have two weeks to see if I can work it out.”
    “So, you are going to try?”  Her mother sounded hopeful.
    “I said I would, but I can’t make any promises,” she snapped, then felt bad that it came across that way.  “I’m sorry Mom.  It’s just things have been busy.”
     
    “I understand,” her mother replied and Marisa knew that she really had no idea.  “We just really miss you.”
    “Yes, I know.  I miss you guys, too.”  When she lived at home, her best friend was her sister, who just happened to be only five years younger than her.  It was tough on all of them when she decided to take off right out of high school.  “Hey, I better go.  I hear the doorbell.”  She spoke, just wanting to get off the phone. 
     
    “Goodbye, Mom.”
    “Goodbye, Honey.  I’ll talk to you soon.”
    “Okay,” she quickly hung up the call and pushed her phone away from her.  She didn’t have time to worry about her parents, too.  She sighed, closing her eyes.  She prayed that she would find a job quickly and all of this could be put behind her. 
     
    She unplugged the bath and stepped out of the tub.  She would get some much needed rest and then spend all day job searching, if necessary, until she had the perfect one.
     
    ***
     
    She crossed off the second job on her list and glanced over the openings.  She wasn’t having the best luck, but she still had several positions open that she could apply for.  She drove a few blocks and turned a corner, where a large law office stood in front of her.  She parked the car and crossed her fingers, heading up to the door. 
     
    When she entered, she looked around until she saw a wall that had several names on it.  She walked over and glanced down at the listing.  “Martz, Tucker, and Bradley Law Firm,” she whispered and then glanced up at the wall and noticed the name in gold letters.
     
    She headed in the direction the arrow pointed, to where she was brought to a narrow hallway.
     
    She saw the glass door with the name of the law firm and she went inside.  She looked around to find a lot of bustling going on and people on the phone, talking over copy machines.  She noticed a blonde woman, staring at her computer, but she didn’t seem too distracted by other things going on.  So, she approached her. 
     
    When she didn’t look up, she cleared her throat.  Finally the woman looked up, clearly annoyed.  “May I help you?” She snapped.
    “Uh…” Marisa looked down at her chicken scratch on the notepad.  “I am interested in applying for the job.”
    The woman rolled her eyes, “You and every other teeny bopper.”
    “I’m not teeny bopper.  I’m twenty-five and…” she began, but that made the woman appear even more annoyed.
     
    “Yeah, did I ask?”  She replied, rolling her eyes.
    Marisa felt awkward in that moment, nearly stepping back, apologizing for wasting her time, and leaving.  “Um, I—“
    “Go through that door,” she interrupted, “until you will find a large desk and you can ask about the position there.  This is a mail room only and we don’t handle such things.  If you would have come through the other door, you would have clearly noticed that.”  She laughed with sarcasm and then went back to her work.
     
    Marisa wanted to say, did I ask? However, she refrained from being sarcastic and headed toward the door.  She opened the door to find a much more reserved area.  She walked up to the desk and a middle-aged redhead looked up and smiled.  “Hello, may I help

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