Cyberpunk Edgerunner Rebecca Age Novels & Stories

"That's Rebecca's perfume. The same one on the ID card. The same one Rebecca wore every day." "Elena was wearing Rebecca's perfume?" Dr. Chen asked. "Fifteen years ago?" "Yes," I said. "I'm sure of it. I'd know that smell anywhere. It's been haunting me since I found that ID card." "That's not possible," Derrick said. "Rebecca didn't start wearing that perfume until, until after the fire. It was a birthday gift. I gave it to her for her twenty-first birthday. Three months after the Hartley fire."

"If anything else comes up, you have my number. Thanks, Bill." He weakly shook my hand, and I left him sitting at the table. I had the extra push to get two of the witnesses to testify against MID, and the others were squeaky clean, so I'd have to find a different way to get through to them. I needed to get back to my house to change my clothes before I headed off for my next meeting with Ms. Rebecca Morgan, an MID corporate executive. *** Rebecca sat down opposite me and crossed her legs. Her rich, auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her exquisite face. She exuded sex appeal from her every pore, and she wore the most exquisite designer clothes that money could buy.

Ingrid lowered herself into my seat, crossed her legs gently over the other with practiced grace, and gave a glance I found intriguing. Whoever she was, she didn’t seem like someone ordinary. "Your relationship with Kendrick has nothing to do with me," I said calmly, though I could feel my nails digging into my skin. "Really? Wow, they said you were cold and ruthless, but it seems you are far more cruel than the things I heard about you, Rebecca Belmont." "You know me?" I asked, not sure what her game was, but I had a feeling that whoever she was, she was trouble.

Around us were older men, they looked to be in their fifties and sixties, with younger women seated next to them, one of the old men even eyed me before winking at me, making me mentally gag. The doors opened again, and this time, the announcer said a woman's name which was Rebecca Saint. Rebecca had long blonde hair which was curled to perfection, with her sharp green eyes running along the room. Her dress was blood red, and she had a fit body from what I could tell.

Time was already far spent chatting and eating and finally, she had to return to the office but just as she was about to leave, a young lady in a clean office suit walked up to her, forcing her to wait a little longer than planned. "Good day, Ms. Vegas." The Lady greeted while sitting on the chair Klaus was sat on earlier across from Jessica. "Good day, do I know you by any chance?" Jessica asked, confused by the lady's familiarity with her last name. "Probably not because I'm not as infamous as you are." She replied and a frown appeared on Jessica's face though she tried to conceal it. "By the way, I'm Rebecca Webber but you can call me Rebecca or Becca for short. I've heard a lot of things

We waited for Alaric to take a nap because Rebecca would accompany Alaric. "Why does Rebecca have such things? Is she a rogue assassin spy?" My subordinate rogue assassins didn't lie. They showed me the things they had that were similar to the ones I found in Rebecca's room. “Rebecca is most likely using a fake face. If that’s true, she’s also faking her identity.” Oh, I’ve found a reasonable explanation for why she never showed her fear of me: she couldn’t control her facial expressions. She’s really good at deceiving us.

“Sir, I think Rebecca will be just fine. She tries to be the happiest she can be.” Rob nodded and then smiled a sad smile. “You're very observant. Which is an excellent quality for a bodyguard to have. It's been what, three days and you could already pick all of this up...” Hunter smiled politely. “Thank you, sir.” Just then the office door opened and both Hunter and Rob looked to see who it was. It was Rebecca, in her gym clothes. This time she had on biker shorts and a black and pink sports bra that matched. She stepped in when she saw Hunter.

Tomorrow, he would find out he had thrown away a diamond, and I was coming to crush him. My phone rang again. It was a restricted number. I answered. "Rebecca," a deep, dangerous voice said. It wasn't Silas. It was his biggest rival. "I heard you’re finally single. Ready to make him regret every breath he takes?"

" Valerie York's booming voice echoed around the cemetery. She was hauling two huge candles with her as she shot a disdainful glare at me. A violent shiver coursed through me when I heard her familiar voice. I hadn't died in the deep sea with the dark reefs. Instead, I had been reborn. I had returned to the day when Valerie insisted on illegally starting a fire on the mountain. The other employees stopped what they were doing and shot strange looks at me. From their perspective, I was the CEO's wife, but I was also an evil control freak. I was always finding reasons to target and harass their boss' carefree best friend.

"Get him. I will ask for payment myself." Extra: Reynolds: What am I? Who am I? Please, spare a glance at this side character! Alexis: Oh, honey~~~