Rachel's POV
Rachel followed the Mafia boss and Mark through a darkened corridor, her heart racing with anticipation. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the expensive goods on the shelves, but she remained unfazed by their grandeur. She was here on a mission, and nothing would deter her from her goal.
"And over here, we have our collection of rare antique watches," the boss said, his voice dripping with self-importance.
Rachel nodded, not bothering to hide her disinterest as they continued the tour. Mark trailed behind them, his expression bored and unimpressed.
"Next, we have our selection of fine wines," the boss said, leading them to a room filled with racks of wine bottles.
Rachel snorted at the absurdity of a criminal organization collecting wine, but she kept her thought
