Trapped By Tainted Love

"What did you say?"

A wide–eyed Alice snatched the examination paper from the interviewer‘s hand, looked at the marks at the top in disbelief.

"That‘s impossible.You must be mistaken! Full marks?" she muttered more to herself than the man across her.

"Miss Jenkins, these are Mr.Sullivan‘s answers.We have checked many times.These here are exactly the same with Miss Bennet‘s answers." The interviewer looked dumbfounded too, but the truth could not be denied.

Alice‘s eyes squinted in hatred.She couldn‘t help clenching the paper in her hand, wanting nothing more than to tear the damned thing in pieces.How could this be? Not one single person had managed to answer even one of these questions in the past five years.How could a stupid girl like Rachel get them all right? This was unheard of! Rachel turned to the interviewers.

"Is my interview over now?" she asked with a smirk.

The people before her were still in a daze, but Rachel‘s voice snapped them out of it.

"Yes, it‘s over," they said in unison, nodding.

"Did I pass?"

Rachel was still smiling as she looked at the interviewers with raised eyebrows.

"Well...yes, Miss Bennet.You did," one of the interviewers answered after swallowing hard.

"You need to come by tomorrow to sign the paperwork," he added.

"Great.I will see you tomorrow then,"

Rachel stood up with a smile glancing sideways at Alice.She started walking towards the door, but when she passed by Alice, she stopped and turned to look at her.

"Alice, it‘s not over between us.I will get revenge, even if it takes a long, long time."

Alice looked up ready to retort, but when she saw Rachel‘s smiling face, so in contrast with her cold, dark eyes, she seemed at a loss for words.

Under that piercing gaze, she felt a shiver run down her spine.

Trying to look braver than she felt, she finally managed a retort.

"Oh, Rachel, don’t be so smug! So what if you are now an employee of the Sullivan Group? You may get yourself in, but it is still in my power to kick you out with a snap of my fingers."

Rachel rolled her eyes and chuckled.

Alice‘s smile was wiped clean off her face, as she couldn‘t help but feel a sense of dread at her opponent‘s carefree attitude.

Rachel had changed so much that Alice didn‘t know what she may try next.

Rachel nodded to the interviewers, ignoring Alice altogether, and left the Sullivan Group‘s building.

in a luxurious penthouse suite, Ivan hung up the phone and walked into the

look, Victor‘s

"What‘s the matter?"

just received the results

for a while as if he didn‘t know

"Rachel‘s interview?"

that

bit apprehensive as he

"But..."

think that you are actually concerned about Rachel," Victor

right, Mr.Sullivan.I crossed a line there.My apologies," Ivan

didn‘t look convinced, but still he went on like nothing

my

still looking

the same time, in the Bennet family‘s house back

"Cheers!"

cried as he stood up and clinked

her chair, Rachel

feel as excited as

and Abby, already used to Rachel‘s lack of enthusiasm for almost everything, simply raised their glasses at her and kept clinking their

our toast tonight must be with just water, Miss Bennet! But since you have to go to the Sullivan Group and report for duty tomorrow, there will be no wine

all the

absolutely wonderfully! Bravo!" Abby said and drank up her water smiling

fondly at both

"Thank you."

and said, "I‘ve baked some of the bread you like so much.Let me just check if it‘s

into the kitchen, leaving Rachel

another glass of water and looked up at

to ask you a question these days," he said in a

I got the information about that

guess what was on Andy‘s

he didn‘t want to bother Rachel

doubt secret, until that

unless you want to, Miss Bennet," Andy said

do want

a sip of water before she

friend of mine happens to

"That‘s all?"

was stunned by the simplicity

raised her eyebrows and nodded.She drummed her fingers on the

wasn‘t acquainted with the project manager, I wouldn‘t have had the chance to save the Bennet Group.You should know by now that I‘m really no good all by myself, am