Rachel's POV
Rachel sat at her desk, a satisfied grin on her face as she watched the news reports of the recent heist she had orchestrated. Six bags of rare blood diamonds were stolen, and six bodies were found dead. Rachel had taken out the fake Assat boss and his men in a single, fearless strike. She was the boss of her organized crime empire, and she loved it.
Just then, Samuel, her father, walked into her office. "Rachel, you did it. You killed the fake boss and your plan worked," he said, admiration in his voice.
Rachel's smirk grew even wider. "Of course, it worked, Dad. I planned it perfectly," she said, reveling in the praise.
Samuel looked at his daughter with a mixture of pride and fear. She was a force to be reckoned with, a badass woman who would stop at nothing to achieve
