"The answer to your problems." Rachel approached her. She had been listening to her thoughts carefully, for they had drawn her attention immediately. It was always good to know who was against Moretti, who had resentments and opposed him. It could serve not only Moretti, but Rachel herself.
Most women would be afraid to stand in a dark alley at the middle of the night. Rachel wasn't one of them. Alert to every suspicious movement and thought, she could tell where every single person was in her surroundings. She was on control. "Call me The Mind." She said, her slender figure becoming more visible.
She was wearing black pants and a black business shirt, the usual black cloth on her face, hiding her features. Rachel was beginning to get tired of being second in command, to be treated as an employee, to do things to please Alexander Moretti. She loved her job and her career and her life, but perhaps things could change for better. One can never be too ambitious.