Novel website can be found here.
LOGLINE: A recent college graduate accepts an overseas position with a U.S. based oil company in Kazakhstan where she is mistaken for an international spy.
Hello my fellow Sixers! I am so excited to participate in the Weekend Writing Warriors!! 
I’m working on many projects, from short stories, to novels to screenplays and a TV Pilot. And, last week, I had inquiries from a literary agent for three of my stories! To say I’m nervous would not suffice. This year, I will be sending off my very first movie I filmed to the comedy film festivals as well as other popular festivals like Sundance and Cannes. The movie and book can be found here. My TV Pilot tentatively called COLD-DE-SAC has a comedy spy theme. The website can be found here. The following excerpt picks up immediately following last week’s snippet. It is from my WIP comedy/mystery spy novel called Expat. Think: Spies Like Us meets “New Girl.” 
Enjoy! This is experimental writing with an outline. I thought it would be fun to write a novel exclusively for Weekend Writing Warriors.
* 15 lines. Sorry!!! I wanted to close scene out (don’t smack me). Next week is delicious.
EXPAT
by
Carrie Crain
CHAPTER ONE
Foreign Language
Tammy’s eyes flickered toward the ground. She glimpsed Eddie’s steel toed boots before turning her attention back to him.
“Well, you have to toot your own horn,” Eddie chuckled, scratching the side of his neck.
“My interning with the president of the university is bound to make a positive impact. Eddie, just send my résumé out to all the top oil companies like I’m paying you to do.” Tammy snuck a peek at her watch. “Yikes. Gotta run and pick up my cap and gown, Bestie.” She said with urgency, gathering her tattered backpack teeming with leadership and managerial books. She kissed Eddie and walked out the door, never looking back. Eddie placed his palm on his cheek where Tammy smooched him.
Eddie craned his neck towards the door making sure she was gone. He stretched his arms in the air like he was yawning and brought his hands to the keyboard in a slow motion. “You can marry me later, I mean — thank me later, Tammy Klimber.” There on the computer screen were the words that Eddie added to Tammy’s résumé: I speak fluent Russian and Kazakh.
