Chapter 49 Heather is Here, Put it Back Quickly!
Rachel pulled open the drawer, revealing a handful of documents, each marked with colorful tabs.
None of the covers had any labels, making it impossible to identify them at a glance. She had to memorize the order and pull them out one by one to inspect.
When she reached the fifth document, she finally found the employee records.
But it was for Radiant Beauty Spa, the legal business.
The Spa had 29 employees, 5 managers, 3 cleaners, and 1 legal advisor.
Rachel picked up the last folder.
The employee records in this one were different from the Radiant Beauty Spa file.
The first three pages contained information about the management staff, and the next two seemed to be teachers' profiles, including their years of teaching experience.
One had eleven years, the other nine.
However, their positions weren't listed, only their start dates and ages, which were around 36 to 37 years old.
The remaining profiles were of young women, totaling 10, with the oldest being 23 and the youngest 18. Each had a stunningly beautiful face, with notes detailing their personality traits and strengths.
These must be the trainees of the academy.
Further down were profiles of 14 men, all over 6 feet tall, with handsome and clean-cut appearances. The oldest was 25, the youngest 19.
The introduction section listed their personalities, skills, number of abs, specialties, and a final column with numbers.
The numbers ranged from three to seven.
Rachel stared at the profiles, a bold idea suddenly popping into her head.
Could this be a record of how many times they can have sex in one night?
It seemed entirely plausible that this was a catalog for wealthy women to choose from.
She was quite curious about where Heather found these people.
The next few pages were stamped with "Inactive," likely indicating those who had been taken out for private arrangements. The activity column listed three times, two times, four times, etc.
There was also a series of numbers written in marker.
$160,000.
$220,000.
$190,000.
These were probably the fees paid by wealthy women to Heather for private arrangements.
Basically, these guys were just gigolos for rich women.
Rachel frowned slightly but didn't waste time. She quickly took photos of the documents with her phone, but just as she was capturing the third profile of the male escorts, a text message popped up on her screen.
[Heather is coming, put everything back quickly!]
Rachel's heart skipped a beat, her hand trembling as she hurriedly organized the files and documents, placing them back in the drawer in the order she had taken them out. She closed the drawer.
She pulled out the key and had just tucked it back into the ornament when she heard the sound of a password being entered at the door.
Startled, she returned the ornament to its original place and swiftly moved to the couch. Heather walked in just as she sat down, her phone screen still dark.
"Hey, Mom, everything settled downstairs?"
Rachel put away her phone, forcing herself to suppress the tension and panic in her chest, maintaining a composed and graceful smile.
Heather nodded with a smile, "Yeah, almost everyone's here. Juniper can handle the rest. Why didn't anyone bring you water? They must be so busy they forgot."
"It's fine, Mom. I'm not an outsider, and I'm a shareholder of the spa. It's already bad that I didn't help today; I can't be so shameless as to ask someone to serve me."
Heather gave her a playful scold, "What's wrong with that? You're my daughter-in-law; they should serve you."
As they talked, Rachel's mood gradually calmed down.
Rachel had lunch with Heather and the other spa shareholders, then was driven to Stargaze Gallery.
Nancy was in a low mood today, having had a restless night. Not only was her candlelit dinner and movie with Steven interrupted by Rachel, but Steven also didn't respond to her messages or calls afterward.
This left her feeling anxious, with a nagging sense of unease.
She didn't have the status to openly seek him out.
Returning from lunch, she happened to run into Rachel. They exchanged glances, and Nancy forced a smile as she approached, "Rachel, you're here. You didn't have a fight with Steven last night, did you?"
"We did."
"What?" Nancy looked worried and upset. "Rachel, I really just ran into Steven by chance yesterday. There's no need for you to fight with him because of me. We've known each other for so many years; don't you trust me?"