You've Got the Wrong Woman, Mr. Lance
Even if she couldn't have love, at least she would still have her career.
Now, concentrating all her energy somewhere else was the only way to keep her thoughts from drifting toward Maxwell.
In the evening, after finishing her experiments, Jennifer came out of the laboratory.
"You're Ms. Yale, right?" Rachel was standing outside the laboratory building, waiting for her.
Jennifer immediately recognized her as the dancer Rachel whom Laura had interviewed. Nonetheless, she pretended not to know her and asked impassively, "I am. Who are you?"
Rachel smiled, as smart and gentle as ever. "Ms. Yale, do you mind having a talk? My name is Rachel Walker. I'm… a friend of Max's."
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