Rachel Brockman Novels & Stories

She smiled and looked friendly enough for Rachel to extend her hand for a handshake. “Rachel Rivers, I watch you all the time on ABN. I always thought you were perfect, whoever is in charge of your wardrobe deserves a raise! Oh but then again I just remembered you were replaced with that Dana something woman.” Even though the girl looked and sounded really apologetic about it Rachel couldn’t help but think, Go ahead and rub it in, will you? “That Dana is such a bore. Her jokes are tired and dry. Did you watch that interview she had with the Finance Minister yesterday?”

Velma pressed Rachel's shoulder and smiled "that's what best friends do, help each other in difficult times. By the way, you must have saw Mr. Rachel advert, he is on need of a personal assistant, you planning on working there?" "I might, I need to start working immediately, I need money to support my life, if he offers part time, I might consider it" "I will not it it's me, youve heard of Mr Rachel this hatred for ladies, nob of his fenake workers left him aihis former personal assistant left him because he is too cold"

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."

“As expected, the party was exceptional” Rachel Fisher exclaimed as she rounded the huge mahogany desk that was in Hannah's office. “But unfortunately I didn’t stay long enough. If you catch my drift” she winked, making Hannah Morales cringe. Although Rachel stood three inches shorter than Hannah, she was more outgoing and spontaneous. She acted on impulse with whatever thought crossed her mind. So much so that Hannah had prepared herself to bail her friend out of jail whenever she received a call from an unknown number. Thankfully, that never happened.

"Rachel, I won't be able to make it to work tomorrow. There's a meeting that you'll need to oversee in my absence. Please make sure everything runs smoothly. I trust you to handle it. -Welbeck." As he hit send, a wave of relief washed over Welbeck, knowing that Rachel was more than capable of stepping up to the challenge. She had been his right-hand woman for years, a dedicated and efficient employee who had proven her worth time and time again. With her at the helm, Welbeck was confident that the meeting would be in good hands.

One of the more skeptical employees, a woman named Rachel, approached me as we wrapped up a food drive event. "I didn’t think you’d last a day," she admitted, crossing her arms. "Thought you’d get your hands a little dirty for show and then run back to your fancy office." I smirked. "Disappointed?" A slow smile tugged at her lips. "A little." "Good," I said, wiping sweat from my brow. "Because I’m not going anywhere." She chuckled, shaking her head. "Maybe you’re not so bad, Hart." It wasn’t a grand declaration, but it was a start.

“Her name is Rachel. Last name Wang—it’s her adoptive family’s name. She was sold to a mountain village as a child.” Kendrick was surprised. “You even know that? Let me guess—Seraphina again?” Jax stiffened. If the lighting weren’t so dim, Kendrick would’ve seen him blushing. “No, it wasn’t Seraphina. It was Bruno, Aron’s man. He was reporting to Housekeeper Wei about Rachel, and one of our informants overheard it.” Kendrick nodded, then reminded, “That girl Seamus introduced you to earlier—go have a drink with her later. Just to save face for Seamus.”

"Well, well. And who exactly do we have here? Which big shot from the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce decided to make an appearance today? Let's see if that person still counts for something before me." The glass door slammed open again, and Rachel swept in with two towering bodyguards at her side, her aura fierce and unshakable. She shouted, "Quinton, are you fucking insane or just asking for your whole damn family to be wiped out? Who gave you the guts to cause chaos on my turf? This is a Chamber of Commerce property!" Her fury finally boiled over. "I want you to apologize to my staff right now and pay up for their medical bills. Otherwise, you won't be able to afford the consequences."

She was just herself. "Hi," she said simply. "I'm Rachel. Before I audition, I need to tell you something." Maria and I exchanged glances. "Go ahead," I said. "I'm a survivor too." Rachel's voice was steady but soft. "I left my ex-husband four years ago. He put me in the hospital twice. I've been following your work with the Emma Grace Foundation since it launched." She paused, taking a breath. "I know some people might think I'm using my story to get this role. Maybe I am. But I fought to be here because I understand this character in my bones. I know what it's like to be paralyzed by fear, to lose yourself completely, and then to find the strength to come back."

Rachel reached out, her hand trembling as it hovered over her mother's, willing her to understand. Mrs. Smith's eyes searched Rachel's, looking for the truth in her words. Rachel could see the doubt, the fear that she was being naive or manipulated. "I know you mean well," Rachel continued, "but I can't ignore what's happening between us. It's more than just a fling or a rebellion. It's real, and it's powerful, and it's terrifying." Rachel's voice grew stronger with each word, her conviction unwavering.