Rachel Roth Dc Novels & Stories

Andrea smiled despite herself. The woman held out one of the cups. “Coffee peace offering?” “Oh, thank you.” “I’m Rachel.” She pointed toward the middle row of desks. “I sit over there, which unfortunately means I hear Harrington complain about spreadsheets at least four times a day.” Andrea laughed softly for the first time that morning. Rachel leaned against the edge of the desk slightly. “First day?” “Is it that obvious?” “You’ve reread the same slide six times.” Andrea groaned quietly. “Was it that obvious too?”

The nerve of this bitch. Nathaniel didn’t hug her back. But he also didn’t stop her right away. He just stood there awkwardly letting her press herself into him like some reunion was happening in front of me. I blinked, then looked away. Suddenly the room felt smaller. “This is Rachel,” Nathaniel said quickly, stepping back from her. “A colleague. From work.” Her gaze flicked to me like I was a vase on the shelf. “We’ve met before... technically. I came to drop some files at Hargrave Mansion.”

Rachel married Matthew Kane for protection, Rachel was using him, Rachel was secretly destroying her own family. And tonight, everyone would believe it, she looked at herself in the mirror. “If Rachel can become a queen…” Her smile grew, “I can watch her fall.” Her phone vibrated again, a message from an unknown number. She opened it and saw one sentence, “Make sure Rachel falls,” Elena’s smile slowly disappeared, because whoever sent it knew her plan, and that meant she wasn’t the only player. THE GALA The Raphael Foundation Gala has always been my father’s favorite event. It was a place where powerful people smiled while hiding knives, I remembered attending years ago.

Small gathering—Diana, Ethan and Cara, a few of Rachel's law firm colleagues. The apartment was larger than their previous place, with an actual home office Rachel had set up already. "This is impressive," Lena said, looking at the bookshelves Rachel had organized by color and subject simultaneously. "I had three weeks to plan it," Rachel said. "I'm slightly obsessive about organization." "Slightly," Marcus said, laughing. We ate, talked, stayed until evening. Ethan mentioned he was seriously considering the nonprofit transition now, not just thinking about it abstractly. "What's holding you back?" I asked.

Danté asked from the back. "If Jane is able to use that satellite like this, it means Raphael wanted to broaden his perspective, he's looking for something" "Rachel's tomb?" "No, Raphael was never interested in her" Duke said. "Then what!?" Duke looked at Jane who still worked hard on her scout "Latest photo says she's heading north, I think she's heading to Svalbard" "Rachel is there?" Liam asked. "Yes" Danté felt his heart cramp, she's... Helping Hannah?

She sat next to Roxanne as she waits for the driver’s arrival. “Thank you for coming over to help me Roxanne” Jane said. “Oh, you still haven’t told me about what you find out about Rachel.” Jane asked. “Is this the reason why you want me here to find out about her?” Roxanne jokingly said. “Who is she Roxanne? Jane repeated. Roxanne sighed before telling Jane what she found out. “According to what I have heard, Rachel was also Dans executive assistant before when he was still assistant CEO. They said, Dan was head over heels with Rachel and Rachel was the same to him, and I also found out as well that they were planning to get married.” Roxanne explained.

or even fell in love with her? "Well be at the station in a bit, so what are we going into do after this?" Rachel asked as the train entered Washington DC. "I have a plane I will tell you later when it's ready. come on!" he reached out for Rachel to help her get up from her seat as the train pulled up at the Washington union station.

Jake said, smile fading. “How are things in the real world?” I asked Mitchell, trying to distract Jake. “Oh the same,” Mitchell answered. “Isn’t it always?” Jake said wistfully, leaning back in his seat. “Nothing ever changes in Melbourne or Druer City, or Belmar, really. No one goes anywhere or does anything. Although that can get boring for wolves…” Mitchell made a sound of agreement, then added, “Oh well you guys did miss something - Rachel’s on crutches now!”

“Don’t shoot the butler. Pretty sure you’ll get seven years of bad luck for that one.” We chatted for a bit longer, Rachel telling me about the classes she planned to take when she began her grad program in the fall at NYU. Her girlfriend Maddie was in her second year of medical school at Columbia. Yes, both of these women were ridiculously impressive, and, yes, I often felt like a big weird loser compared to them both. “Oh, Maddie, say hi to Niamh,” said Rachel. “Hi, Niamh,” I heard Maddie call from the background. “Don’t forget to bring back some Guinness for me!”

“Don’t do anything. It isn’t worth it. I just want you to be the best godmother you can be.” “Really! Godmother? Oh, I am so excited!” “Enough about Owen, tell me about Rodger.” Rachel gushed about him for an hour. When we finally got off the phone, I went to my computer and started applying for online instructor jobs. Next, I emailed the housing department on campus and applied for married-student housing. After completing the applications, I got ready for bed.