Rachel's POV
Rachel strutted down the hallway of her father's mansion, her head held high. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and power as she walked towards the balcony where her father was waiting for her.
"Did you plan the heist, Rachel?" her father asked, his stern expression betraying a hint of amusement.
Rachel raised an eyebrow, "I might have. Why, is Tim Wilson causing trouble?"
"He's furious. He called me yesterday and threatened to come after you and his illegitimate son, Mark," her father replied, taking a puff from his cigar.
Rachel grinned, "Let him try. I've got something up my sleeve."
Her father's expression turned serious. "What do you have in mind, Rachel?"
Rachel's grin widened, "You'll see."
As she walked away, Rachel's mind raced with plans and ideas.
