“Did you tell him you were here?” Pamela asked, clearing the table of any sensitive documents laying in sight.

“No.” Ashley responded, rounding the table to settle into her chair.

Pamela had just tucked in the last of the papers, when the door peeled open to reveal the feminine figure.

“You!” The sheer surprise in Ashley's voice was obvious.

A triumphant smirk lifted the corner of Rachel's lips. For once she had evoked a reaction from Ashley.

“Yes. Me.” Rachel replied with a taunting smile.

“But-” Pamela tried to protest.

“I figured you might not agree to see me if you knew it was me.” Rachel answered their question, strolling...