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This chapter goes with Mumford & Sons Awake My Soul

'The Perfect Con' Chapter Five "Awake My Soul"

Rachel stepped out of the elevator walking towards the front desk but before she could even get a word out Ramone had found her. "Good morning."

Rachel grinned shaking his hand. "Good morning."

"You ready?" Ramone asked.

"Yes." she smiled.

"Let's go." he grinned leading her around the floor showing her a tour of the place. "Well that's the tour, now let's throw you in here." he said showing her inside a room with a long table piled with files and binders. "This should give you a sense of it. Mostly we like to keep our hand inside the American plays but we also like to put our hand inside some of the foreign stuff too."

"Okay." Rachel said taking off her blazer.

"Have fun." Ramone chuckled patting her on the shoulder then showing himself out.

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For what seemed like hours Rachel looked through tons of files and binders till she finally saw Carlos walking by. "Hey Carlos!" she said looking at him as he walked by a attractive Asian woman.

"Oh! Hey Rachel!" he beamed then turned to the woman. "I'll catch up okay." She nodded and walked away as Carlos walked in. "What's up." he smiled looking at all the papers that were scattered.

"I was going through these proposal's and I found this thing that you brought in a few years back about the wind farm deal." Rachel said holding up the neatly made spiral.

"Oh yeah, yeah, Diego shot that down." he smiled.

"Why?" Rachel asked.

Carlos shrugged. "I don't know he said Don't waste my time."

"Okay, well maybe we should really get into this. Because if I'm looking at this right Carlos," Rachel said flipping through the spiral then laying it down in front of Carlos. "That looks like a pretty good return. Are these numbers correct?"

"Uhh yes, yes I think so... well at least they were." Carlos replied looking at the numbers.

"Uh huh, and we need what? A couple hundred acres for a test run?" Rachel asked.

Carlos looked up nothing but seriousness written on his face. "If you want Rach, I can do some checking around...You know make sure that this is still for sale."

"Why don't you do that Carlos, I think that this is a good play." Rachel said straightening her back up.

"Are you serious?" Carlos asked smiling.

"Absolutely, yeah, I think it's time we try a new direction." Rachel smiled.

He gasped chuckling. "Yeah, I mean yeah that's great!" he grinned. "Are you sure you want me in on this?"

"It's your deal Carlos don't you want in?" Rachel chuckled.

"Well yeah, it's just...usually this is where they ask me to sit out." Carlos said looking down at the papers.

Rachel cleared her throat. "Well this time in or out will be all up to you."

Carlos looked up staring into Rachel's eyes blushing then smiled. "Alright I'm in."

"Yeah?" Rachel asked chuckling.

"Yeah!" he said again shaking her hand. "Definitely. Wind Farm!" he laughed fist pumping. "Sweet!"

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"Sweetheart you have go tot try these pancakes! Can I get some more pancakes over here?" Jim asked the waitress as Rachel sat down.

"No it's okay I don't want-"

"Too late." Jim interrupted. "Alright look there is ten different ways to play this, and there is probably only one way to really get it right. So here's what I'm thinking-"

"I'm not working working an angle here." Rachel snapped.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm not doing this anymore, I don't ever want a situation like Lima again dad." Rachel said sternly.

"You mean the fact that you had a girl there too? Now who's fault was that Rachel? I mean I've always taught you, you play any character you want but don't ever play yourself. That's what let's you walk away when the time is right. Now you forgot that, and you got hurt. That's why we play by the rules." The waitress came setting down a plate of pancakes for the Rachel. "Now eat up."

Rachel slid the plate to the side leaning closer. "You don't understand something dad, I can do this...Okay I have been faking these things for so long that I actually know how to read these things, I know how to tell a good deal dad. Okay and I know how to tell a bad one-"

"The only deal good deal is when you can see the exit when you walk in from the front door." Jim stated.

"Dad! We don't have to fake anymore we can build something real here...You want money dad? There is plenty of money. You can come live with me. I-I'll put you on the staff and pay you really well to consult-"

Rachel was cut off by her father slamming his hand on the table. "I'm not going to spend my life hunting an elephant to get a job..." Jim calmed down and began talking. "This is about moving to an island full of topless women, and I am not dragging my ass to a cubicle everyday. Now you get your mind right, and let's focus on how to do this."

Rachel growled in the inside pushing aside her anger and whispered harshly. "What do you need? Hmm?...What do you need how much do you want?...You want a million? You want two million? Huh? You want ten million? I'll get you the money. Just don't make me do this anymore."

Jim stared at his daughter for a second knowing he had did this to her. "...So this uh...This uh...Is really that important to you huh?"

Rachel looked up a little shocked at first but began nodding. "Yes...Yes, I-I don't want to live this way anymore dad, I want something real.

"...Alright sweetheart, let's try this your way." Jim said softly smiling.

"...Dad...Thank you." Rachel whispered softly. "This-This is going to be good. Okay? Dad I'm telling you this is going to be good."

"Alright, alright calm down." Jim stated.

"...I'll call you later, okay?"

Jim nodded "Sure."

Rachel beamed and nodded getting up from the booth but turned around. "Dad...I love you."

Jim nodded slowly. "I love you too."

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Flashback

Rachel smelled the sweet scent of baked goods, she doesn't even remember what came over her she should have been heading to another house but something stopped her and urged her to walk into that bakery.

The place was small but not too small it was just right. Cozy, and nice.

"Hi, can I help you?"

Rachel's eyes went from her surroundings to the sweet sultry voice of a beautiful hazel eyed girl.

Rachel smiled lightly to the blonde angel in front of her. "Coffee. Please."

The blonde nodded smiling as Rachel sat down at a table looking over a text her father had sent her.

The blonde set down a mug looking at the brunette as she read through her phone.

"Your not from around here, huh?"

Rachel looked up. "Excuse me?" she asked.

"I have lived in Lima all my life and not once have I ever seen you before around here."

"Oh." Rachel laughed. "Uhh no, no I'm not."

Quinn nodded pouring freshly brewed coffee into the mug.

"Thank you...uh." Rachel looked for a name tag but found none.

"Quinn, Quinn Fabray. The owner," she smiled. "and your welcome."

For the next two weeks Rachel had went to the bakery on the corner always chatting it up with Quinn. The blonde had even took Rachel out many times around the small town showing her around. Till finally Rachel knew she need to ask before her time ran out.

"Hi, Rachel!" Quinn squealed behind the counter and ran around jumping on the brunette.

"Hey." Rachel squeezed back.

"What are you doing here so late? I was just about to close." Quinn smiled blushing as Rachel wiped away the flour on her forehead.

"Well...I was hoping to catch you before you left...Quinn, would you like to go on a date with me?"

With out another word Quinn brought the girl into a kiss threading her fingers through Rachel's chocolate locks. The brunette put her hands on Quinn's waist pulling her closer.

Quinn smiled pulling back. "I was wondering when you would ask me."

Rachel was snapped out of her memory, hearing her wife call her.

"Sweetie...Sweetie?"

Rachel snapped out of how she got to where she is now. She took one last look of the New York skyline and slowly turned with a beaming smile. "Yes sweetheart?" she answered.

"What are you doing way over here?"

Rachel raised her eyebrow. "Just thinking of ways to impress your father."

"You already have." the Santana beamed. "Daddy wants to show you off, and so do I. Besides I need to help you get to know everybody."

For the next hour at the party Santana held her wife's arm leading her around the room telling her about the people in it.

"That guy is an idiot, he tried to build a resort in a swamp, and now he just does construction on his wife." Rachel chuckled as Santana continued. "You know how the body is suppose to be seventy percent water?" Rachel nodded. "Well Vicky over there eighty percent silicone, and twenty percent Merlot."

Rachel and Santana giggled when Diego walked up.

"Hey it's the woman of the hour. Getting your bearings?" he asked plastering on a big fake smile.

"Yes actually Santana was just giving me the cliff notes version of the whose who." Rachel smiled.

"That's good, that's good...Oh! Listen um, I was talking to Ken Winters today. You know at The Wellington, I was telling him about your promotion, and...You know Ken right?" Diego asked.

"You know Diego not well, no." Rachel replied beginning to panic but kept her poker face on.

"It's strange cause um, he didn't seem to know you much either...or" Diego scoffed getting his father's attention. "at all..It seems you spent a couple of times a week at his hotel, and he didn't seem to have any record of you." he smirked.

Rachel kept her poker face on. "Actually I've never stayed at The Wellington Diego."

"Hmm." Diego smirked.

"Wait, you have mountains of they're stuff." Santana said furrowing her eyebrows.

"Yes, yes, I know, I buy it in bulk. Just like they do...Look this is uh embarrassing but the truth is, I stay in motels when I travel. They're cheap and clean, they let me get my work done. Look I know how much appearances matter around here, and I didn't want you to explain to everybody why your wife is crashing in cheap motels." Rachel said with her amazing poker face on looking at every ones expression.

"Great job Sherlock." Santana said sarcastically at her older brother. "You uncovered her big shampoo scam."

"No, no, no, it's good, Diego, it's good to keep your eyes open their are a lot of slippery characters in this business." Rachel said patting him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, I've seen more than my share." Ramone chimed in. "But not one has ever gotten away with it, not with me. Not even my brother Danny. My the son of a bitch rest in peace...So you don't have to worry about that Rachel, because not a single thing happens in this company that I don't see it coming...Trust me you wonder into trouble, I'll be the first to see it." Rachel nodded. "Let me see you keys."

"Sir?" Rachel asked furrowing her eyebrows.

"Keys, let me have them.

Rachel's heart was thumping in hard against her chest. She opened her clutch pulling out her keys and handing them to Ramone.

Ramone looked at the monkey on the chain for a second then reached into his pocket pulling out another key and putting it on the chain, and held it up. "This one opens a door on the thirtieth floor of this building, but if you play it right it will open more doors than you can imagine."

Diego growled while Santana smiled softly.

"Thank you Ramone." Rachel said taking the keys from him.

"Come on sweetie lets go look at it." Santana said taking Rachel's hand.

When they made their way up Santana went to the restroom while Rachel quickly went into her new office and started to breathe heavily. She had been so scared that she thought the whole room could hear her heart beat.

She felt Santana's hand on her shoulder and turned around. "Hey." Santana said softly taking Rachel's face in her hands. She could feel Rachel's heart beat like crazy. "Oh God this isn't what you want."

Rachel chuckled softly. "No, no, no that's not it...I um...I don't know if I can do this."

"Are you kidding me? Of course you can, you're amazing." Santana smiled. Rachel looked down going in a daze. "Baby...baby" Rachel looked up slowly. "People who believe they could have it all, they're the ones who end up with everything. Your not here by accident...You make your own luck Rachel..." they both smiled softly at one another. "It's why I married you."

Rachel looked at Santana trailing her fingers on the tan skin. "I love you."

"I love you too." Santana said bringing Rachel into a kiss.

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When Rachel finally got to put her office to good use she spread out a map circling land in Ohio, and desided to give Carlos a call.

"Hello?"

"Carlos, it's Rachel."

"Yeah, yeah Rach." he responded.

"I'm going to go ahead and purchase another little tracked of land to go with the wind farm deal. It's a place...A place I've got a feeling about, and it's only going to cost another million."

"Yeah, Rach, listen whatever you think."

Rachel grinned after her call with her brother in law, and decided to give her father a call later giving him the details.

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Rachel rang the doorbell once again with the gift she had boughten for Quinn.

"Back so soon?" the Asian one asked smiling.

"It's been a uh particularly good week." Rachel smiled walking in.

Hours later Rachel found herself in a beautiful cottage in Vermont.

"You did what!" Jim exclaimed through the phone.

"Really dad it's fine, that way when they pull the deed I'll actually own the land in Lima." Rachel responded.

"Why the hell would you want to do that? We were out of there! It was clean! Owning land is worse than not owning it! Now you're going to leave a trail."

"Then I won't give them a reason to feel like they have to come after us pop."

"How? Are you planning to actually pay back the money you owe?"

"Maybe."

"So your going to steal from your real job to pay back the debt from your imaginary one?"

"I will figure out a way to make it work, pop."

"Why? Why would you do this?" he asked.

Rachel turned from the window looking over at the light coming from beneath the bedroom door. "Because I'm in love dad."

"Love? Who are you in love with Rachel? Your fake wife or your fake girlfriend?" he scoffed.

"...Both." Rachel clicked her phone off right when Quinn walked out.

"What are you doing?" she asked making Rachel look up and smile. "It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

Quinn took Rachel's breath away she looked so beautiful in her white gown.

"I make my own luck." Rachel smirked walking to her suitcase taking out the ring she had boughten for Quinn, and led them out the door to the court house.