Sometimes, through sheer determination, a fly manages to escape the sticky silken web of a spider. Soon, Aislynn Del Ray would do the same.
It had been a long day and she was tired. Not only physically but mentally as well. She was tired of being taken for granted, tired of her ideas being pinched and credit taken by another and especially tired of being passed over for positions she deserved.
There had to be more to life than prostrate oneself for the glory of others. Her life, definitely.
She didn’t know why she was feeling so desperate for a change. It’d been hanging around for a while and she’d ignored it, pushed it to the back of her mind and nailed the door.
Still, every now and then, it found its way out to remind her she was not as happy as she pretended to be. That nothing was quite as important as being true to oneself.
She’d worked hard to get to this stage in her life but where had it gotten her? Not as far as she’d hoped all those years ago. Heaven knew, she’d had high hopes and worked with a vengeance to make those hopes come true.
She needed to get away from this rat race. Needed to take a long vacation where she could breathe and forget about all the stress of work.
Aislynn grabbed a few brochures, stuffing them in her shoulder bag on her way through the lobby of the Grand Hotel where the annual conference was held. She was a design executive for resort development, had been for way too long. Maybe she should change jobs. Maybe she should find something simpler to do that didn’t involve so much pressure.
She hurried through the front entrance and into the parking lot, glancing around to find her rental car. A light blue late-model Toyota Camry. She unlocked it, threw her briefcase and purse over the seat and slid behind the wheel. All she wanted to do now was get on a plane and go home.
She arrived at the airport in record time. She had checked out of her hotel room earlier and grabbed her suitcase from the trunk and her briefcase and purse from the back seat and hurried to the rental car counter to turn her car in. Once that was taken care of, she checked her suitcase and went through security. She took a seat and waited for a boarding call. Two hours later she was walking into her own condo and breathed a sigh of relief.
Not bothering with her bags, she walked straight into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of Chardonnay and took a couple of healthy sips before collapsing in a chair in the living room.
“Things have got to change,” she said out loud. “Starting now.”