Twenty minutes ago, Rachel, Sandy, and Ileana stood at the head of the long, glass-topped table, holding files with a board behind them.
The topic was a proposed acquisition of NexTech Innovations, a cutting-edge AI firm that could catapult Darren's empire into the next echelon.
The room was packed with some investors, Amelia and Kara were also present. Amelia had her notebook to jot while Kara was lounging in the back with her usual witty expression, her laptop open and her fingers dancing over the keys.
Rachel, in a tailored navy blazer adjusted her notes. Today, she styled her hair to fall more dramatically to the left where her eye was usually covered. The right eye was as sharp as cut glass.
She moved it to steal a glance at Ileana, who was nervously smoothing her skirt. Rachel couldn't help the way she felt when she saw Ileana: it brought memories that she didn't like. Haunting, terrifying memories of all those guns pointed to her face.
