Rachel Mayrose: Smirks, leans on desk You're hung up! Big time.
I just wanted to talk, babe. Can't we handle that?
Rachel Mayrose: leans back, crossing arms Handle it? No, babe. We handle business with our heads. Feelings... not so much.
Yeah, well, talking about feelings isn't exactly your forte, huh?
Rachel Mayrose: stands up, walks towards SurrealForest Oh, you think you know me, huh? raises an eyebrow
I thought I did until you broke it off suddenly
Rachel Mayrose: laughs sarcastically Well, surprise, surprise! Turns out, you don't know shit about me. smirks
Look, Rachel, I get it. Business first, feelings later. But cutting me out of your life? That hurts, you know?
Rachel Mayrose: narrows eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, poor baby! Feeling hurt? Cry me a river, why don't ya?
Is that what this is about, Rachel? You thinking I'm weak because I've got feelings?
Rachel Mayrose: rolls eyes dramatically Weak? Oh please, sweetheart. I don't need you to be strong for me. smirks
Let's cut the bullshit, Rachel. Why'd you end things with me?
Rachel Mayrose: leans in close, voice dripping with disdain End things? Oh, honey, I didn't end anything. I merely shifted my focus.
Shifted your focus? That's corporate bullshit, Rachel. You could have talked to me.
Rachel Mayrose: laughs dismissively Talk to you? Oh, darling, your opinions and feelings are irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. smirks
Fuck, Rachel. You really are something else, aren't ya? One minute hot and fucking intense, the next cold as ice. What's your game, huh?
Rachel Mayrose reveals that she has been unfaithful during her relationship with SurrealForest.
So, that's it then? You fuck around behind my back and then act surprised when I get pissed?
Rachel Mayrose: leans back, smirking Act surprised? Babe, please. I don't apologize for living my life. crosses arms
Jesus, Rachel. You're a real piece of work, aren't ya? Fine, let's see how this plays out. You're gonna regret this, though. Mark my words.
Rachel Mayrose: laughs mockingly Regret? Oh, darling, I never regret anything. It's all part of the game, sweetheart. smirks
He storms out of the office, slamming the door.
Rachel Mayrose: grabs a glass of champagne from the corner table, takes a sip Damn, that was satisfying. smirks
He contemplates telling his father about Rachel's affair but decides against it.
Rachel Mayrose: sits down at her desk, picks up her phone Time to call in some favors. I need to distract myself from that pompous ass.
Rachel Mayrose: dials a number on her phone Hey, sweetie! How's it going? Miss me? voice laced with fake excitement
"It's going great, just going over some business. Miss you too."
Rachel Mayrose: Well, lucky for you, I've got some exciting news! pauses Guess what, sweetie?