Rachel Roth Dc Novels & Stories

Jimmy just flipped her off, and Rachel growled at him causing us all to laugh. After breakfast, Rachel, Saoirse, and Kam left for their jobs. Rachel and Kam both worked at the only call center in town, while Saoirse worked the computer help desk. Rose and I were both off this week, since she worked at the campus library, and I was a math tutor. Rose and I decided to do a little hiking, and maybe work on her shifting. I’m still not sold on Nate’s hypothesis, but I also didn’t want Rose to be excluded if she somehow could shift. Besides, it was a beautiful day, and perfect to become in tune with nature.

She flipped through the contents before looking Dalton in the eye. “Sabrina Green. So that’s your mistress’ name.” Rachel hurried over to Anna to take a look at the folder, and then she threw Dalton an angry look. “She’s currently dating Orius Crale,” Anna continued, raising an eyebrow. “Going after someone else’s woman? Really, Dalton, that is so low of you.” Rachel, disgusted , looked him up and down. Really, she couldn’t believe she actually admired this man before. She even allowed him to pursue Anna a few months ago. That was such a big lapse of judgment on her part.

--- That afternoon, I stood before the old Sanborn board—twelve chairs that once carried silence, strategy, and fear. I’d cleared eight of them. Only four stayed: Leona, Beatrice, a young social entrepreneur named Aria who’d once lived in one of Sanborn’s failed shelters, and unexpectedly—Rachel. Yes, you heard me, Rachel. She showed up wearing a navy gown, no makeup on and the raw expression of someone who’d made a hard decision. We spoke privately before the meeting. “I’m not here to apologize,” she said. Typical Rachel. “I’m not asking you to either.”

She knew her best friend, and right now, she was certain she knew Hannah more than Hannah knew herself. "That's bullshit," Rachel says bluntly, dropping the brush on the vanity and turning Hannah's chair to face her. "Hannah, we don't have to be here if you don’t want to. You have plenty of business deals waiting for you back home. Dartmouth is a two hour flight, you say the word and before you know it, you'll be in the arms of your lover," Rachel spoke firmly, desperately searching for a silent yes in the eyes of her friends.

The words hung in the air as they continued the game, Damien’s mind flickering between duty and desire, wondering how long he could keep the two in balance. Meanwhile, Rachel stepped out of the family’s sleek, black town car, adjusting her coat as she looked up at the gleaming building ahead. Today’s agenda involved meeting with board members and business partners for a project tied to the Smith family charity, one focused on providing scholarships and funding for underprivileged communities. As she walked into the lobby, she shifted into her professional mode, masking the thoughts about her own life under the poised exterior her family expected of her.

It led up to a narrow and dimly lit corridor. Rachel finally stopped and turned to face her. “I wrote that note.” “Yeah, I figured. But why?” Leah asked with a puzzled expression. Rachel heaved a sigh. “Because I know what they're doing to you and I too have been a victim of their games.” “What?” Leah's breath caught and her eyes grew wider. “I came here two years ago.” Racheal began, her voice low and steady. “I was desperately in need of a job because we needed the money back home. Everything was going well. I just cleaned the mansion, followed orders, and stayed quiet. But then..”

she tried to speak but stopped in her tracks, knowing fully well it wouldn’t end well. The sound of a spoon clinking on a glass took over. It seemed the event was about to begin. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen,” Rachel said with a warm smile, introducing the guests. For a daughter-in-law with a dead husband, she had many privileges. From the little Catherine knew, Rachel was in charge of company shipments out of the country and the almighty Smith cosmetics. “We are glad to have you all here today. It’s a privilege for me to give an opening to this distinguished and amiable crowd,” she had the audience charmed.

"I'm Franklin Roth. Chairman of the Roth Empire, CEO of the Titan Capital Group. My wife has her own businesses. Look around this room, Hannah, and tell me honestly, do we look like people who need someone else's inheritance badly enough to build a fake crime scene around it?" Something in the room shifted. Like the weight had redistributed itself without anyone moving. "Frank." Drake's voice came in steady and careful, the tone of a man trying to keep the temperature where it was. "Just read the numbers. Wherever it leads, we give it to the police, even if it leads to my own mother. Aunt Rachel deserves that much." Blake nodded from across the room. Her face had the particular, hollowed-out

If I need companionship, I should just get a dog. “Hiking Machu Pichu. Attending Carnivale in Rio de Janeiro. Cliff-diving at Maunawili Falls. Backpacking in Europe.” Rachel closed the folder and set it on the table beside her, swiveling her plush leather chair towards Caitlyn. “And an MD/PhD in Molecular Genomics.” Uncertain what she was supposed to say, Caitlyn lifted one shoulder in a slight shrug and nodded. “For as quiet of a woman as you are, you’re quite an adventurer.”

Then, out of nowhere, an unfamiliar number lit up my phone screen. "Hello, is this Brady?" A woman's voice rang out, mature and composed. "Yes, speaking. And you are?" I asked. "I'm Rachel Booth." "Oh, Mrs. Booth! Hello! Is there something I can help you with?" Rachel was Colin's wife. I'd met her a few times before. Every time she showed up at the office, she'd strut in like she owned the place, barking orders at people, and making sure someone ended up humiliated before she left.