Rachel Green Novels & Stories

And now— Three hundred sixty-five. A year. “Are you planning to stare at that all morning?” I looked over my shoulder. Whitney leaned against the bathroom doorway. Bare legs. White robe. Hair everywhere. No makeup. Beautiful. Mine— No. Not mine. Whitney. That correction had taken months. She caught me looking. “What?” “Nothing.” “That’s your sex face.” “My what?” “The face you make when you’re thinking about sex.” “I have one face.” “You absolutely do not.”

Rachel West was startled and took a subconscious step back. Seeing her reaction like this, Jason Kim seemed to find it interesting, and said lazily, "Since you're here, let's sit together, come here!" While speaking, he pushed the other woman beside him away. Rachel West was a little flustered and didn't dare to go. Linda Park said, “Hurry up and sit next to Mr. Green, it's a great honor for you to be in Mr. Green's eyes with your appearance." Rachel West had no choice but to sit down after a while.

I said. “Oh it’s the short form of Ruben,” the guy answered in a high pitched girly voice. I think I understand now that maybe he is gay. “Ohhh okay,” I said, shaking my head. “Come and have your seat Miss, we have to get started now before we run out of time,” Rachael said. I moved to take a seat, they were arranging their stuff so I took that time to study their features. Rachael seems like a very simple person, she’s average in height probably 5 '7 and has a slender body, she didn’t do too much on her body just a tatoo on her left arm, and a piercing her nose which looks so good on her.

Rachel’s voice floated over the cubicle wall. Her vibrant red curls peeked into view as she leaned over with her signature grin, “Please tell me you’ve seen the updated draft for the Peters campaign, it’s a disaster, isn’t it?” I chuckled, reaching for a manila folder on my desk, “It’s not a disaster, but it does need some serious tweaking, I made notes last night, we can go over them after lunch if you’re free.” “Ugh, bless you.” Rachel exclaimed dramatically. “If I have to explain to the creative team one more time why neon green is not the right color for a financial services ad, I’ll lose it.”

The moment Rachel stepped into her apartment, she let out a shaky breath, leaning against the door for support. The night had been a disaster-humiliating, painful-but as she unlocked her phone, her fingers trembling, the news headlines flashing across the screen made her heart stop. "Ethan Greenwood Defends Rachel at the Investor's Gala!" "Billionaire Ethan Greenwood Shakes Down Bullies in Defense of Mystery Woman!" Her eyes scrolled down the articles, her breathing hitching at the videos. Ethan, in front of a crowd, voices sharp and commanding, glare promising to send anyone shivering down their spines. He had defended her. Publicly.

Just as we were getting closer to an enclosed section, a lady bursted out, of the curtains. "El jefe!!" She screamed with a wide grin on her face as she approached us. "That's Rachel." Quinn whispers to me without taking his gaze from the woman. Just like her funny walking steps that had her bending to one side, she was wearing a funny looking green tailored button down silk top on black ankle- length pants making her rectangular figure obvious. "Lucia!" She held my hand in her palms and reduced her grin to a wide smile while her eyes blinked from behind the square glasses.

I whined, giving her my best puppy-dog eyes. Miss Rachel was in her late thirties, beautiful but tough. She had a round face, dark brown eyes, and a permanent scowl that made people back off. She probably hated her job, but she was damn good at it. Her brown hair was a messy bun, and her olive skin stood out against the pale blue of her scrubs. “Not one bit.” She didn’t even glance up, keeping her attention on her screen. Hurt, I knocked on the window again, this time repeating it to annoy her.

Chandler said, "Would you believe it if it was mere coincidence, Mrs. King?" "Haha!" Riley laughed at the thought of having her favorite "F.R.I.E.N.D.S" characters come to life. After all, it was one of her favorite sitcoms as a teen. She pushed her chest up and flipped her hair, saying, 'Well, let me be Rachel Green."

Rachel took a long sip of her tea. “You okay?” Gabriella asked suddenly, turning back to her. Rachel blinked. “Yeah. Why?” “You’re quiet, and you're never quiet.” Rachel gave a tight smile. “I've repented, I'm going to the join the nuns in a bit, so I'm rehearsing peacefulness, meekness and gentleness. Gabriella rolled her eyes at Rachel. "Don't make me talk Rach" Rachel smiled back at her. "I'm just tired Gabs. And annoyed at people who think glaring is a personality trait."