Bethany Frye Novels & Stories

"Hell, you get better privileges than Damon, Kent's flesh and blood." "And what did Mr. Bryant have to say about your concerns?" Bethany reached down and picked up her bag, trying hard to keep her cool. She was the youngest on the team and the low-man on the totem pole. She might have a nice office on the top floor, but she was still going to have to work her way up to earn the spot that went with the office space.

Bethany had her blonde hair pinned in a neat bun, her white shorts were too fancy to be at a BBQ, but the sparkly pink shirt that said 70s Queen really put her over the edge. “So, what happened with Bradley?” Delaney re-crossed her legs for the fifth time and pulled at the length of her cut off shorts. “I wasn’t happy with him,” she said. Bethany’s attention was on her fully, her body turned toward her and face suddenly seriously. “So you don’t think you’ll go back after the summer to finish grad school?” She shrugged. “No, probably not. I’m most likely going to go to grad school closer to home.”

She was always calm, but in the face of Regan's phone that’s switched off, she couldn't possibly keep her calm. “Just two weeks ago, the CEO and heir of the Moore's family, Dalton Moore stepped out for the first time with his wife Charlotte Enfield, the first daughter of Hughes Enfield. There has been so much news and rumors going about in the past that Bethany was Dalton's fiancé. No one knows what happened, but it appears that Bethany broke off the engagement because he was crippled and had a scar on his face. It was also said that Charlotte, who had been thrown out with her mother, was forced to take Bethany's place to marry Dalton.