Disclaimer: Sorry I forgot to write this last time...I don't own Glee or Lone Star
A/N: I wanted to say thank you to everyone who subscribed and favorited (I'm pretty sure that's not a word), and I know many of you hate the idea of what Rachel two timing her wife and Quinn especially shadowcub, I don't know if your reading this but remember this is what Rachel was taught all her life.
'The Perfect Con' Chapter Two "The Job Offer"
Rachel and her wife both growled at the phone that kept ringing off the hook all morning till finally Rachel's wife Santana got off of Rachel's body and picked up the phone. "Daddy I told you we will get there when we can...What?" she asked breathing hard. "No, no, no, I was um...working out." Rachel sat up grinning. "Look from now on don't call over and over unless you are on your death bed. Got it?" Santana slammed the phone down still trying to catch her breath. Rachel smirked pulling her back into a passionate kiss then moved her lips to her neck.
Santana breathed out chuckling. "Baby...I'm sorry but that man really knows how to kill a mood." Rachel growled rolling her eyes. "I know, I know, I just wanted to spend today with you." Santana said kissing Rachel softly. "The last thing I wanted was to be summoned to brunch." she said brushing Rachel's hair back.
Santana got up grabbing some clothes and headed to the shower. Rachel sighed flopping back down on the bed.
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"No interruptions for the next hour."
"Yes Mr Lopez."
"Well nice of you to show up Tana." Ramone Lopez said.
"Thanks daddy wouldn't miss it for the world." Santana smiled at her father pecking him on the cheek as Rachel pulled out her chair for her then sat herself down.
"So what did you want to talk to us about dad?" Santana's older brother Diego asked.
"I let Doug Philips go." he said taking a sip from his coffee.
Diego went slack jawed. "Da..." he chuckled frustratedly. "Da-dad we just brought him in, I mean he-he's the best turn around specialist in the business-"
Carlos Santana's younger brother raised his eyebrows at his father and brother bicker back and forth.
"Okay if we're going to turn something around his going to just go back to basics and tell me things I already know. I don't need some man with a PowerPoint presentation telling me how to get there."
"It's not that simple." Diego
"Oh it's not that simple? Let's ask-let's ask Rachel here. I mean here's a woman who doesn't have any fancy degrees no army of consultants, and she's doing nothing but printing money, and why? Because she's out there everyday on her own. Selling stocks now that's easy but it's not that simple, I mean you do the work you reap the rewards. Are you with me on this Rachel?"
"Yes, sir." Rachel spoke up nodding her head.
"Well that's good because as of this morning I have an empty office on the thirtieth floor, and I think you might be the woman to fill it."
Rachel gulped her father's plan was actually working, she looked around nervously. Diego brushed his hair back, while Carlos smiled and nodded to Rachel silently congratulating her. Santana was speechless, and nudged Rachel to speak.
"That-that is very generous of you Ramone, I uh-"
"Dad, don't you think we should speak about this internally first?" Diego glowered.
"What else is there to say?" Ramone said sternly.
"Rachel's been getting it down, we haven't; seems like a no brainer to me. What do you think Rachel?" Ramone turned looking at the brunette.
"Ahh can I sleep on it?" she asked feeling nervous.
"Don't sleep too long offers like this don't last...Now where in the hell is that waitress? I want some eggs and pancakes."
Rachel felt Santana grab her hand and squeeze. She looked at her wife and smiled nervously she knew her father would want to hear this news.
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Rachel got out of her car stepping into an old building going through the mail that was on the floor.
"Where have you been?" Rachel's father Jim said walking towards her smirking. "I thought maybe the law finally caught up to you."
Rachel chuckled. "Sorry dad it's been a uh-it's been a crazy morning."
"Tell me about." he replied looking at his emails. "It's going to hit the fan sweetie, I got one demand to see the process."
"..." Rachel stayed silent.
"Did you hear what I said? I got one deman-"
"Ramone, offered me a postion dad. He wants me to turn the company around."
Jim's face turned into a beaming smiled running to Rachel only to lift her up and spin her around. "You in! Sweet Moses your in!" He laughed then pulled back feeling Rachel tense up. "What? What's wrong? This is what we've been working for."
Rachel nodded looking him in the eyes. "I know, I know, it's just uhh..." Rachel sat down on the table by the wall. "Well I-I-I was just thinking what if, what if I took the job for real?"
Jim stared down at his daughter in utter shock. "...For Real?" he nodded snorting silently in his head walking over slowly. "For Real?" Rachel nodded following his figure. "What do you know about real?" Rachel's smile fell looking up at her father. "You think they would really hire you? Because you made a fortune selling fake stocks? Come here." he growled pulling her arm roughly to the glass door. "You see that? All those people out there? Those are your stocks, those are your marks. Your a con woman sweetheart. This is what you do. This is who you are." Rachel stared out feeling her father's hand on her neck caressing her cheek. "And you are better at than anybody I have ever met in my entire life, even your good for nothing mother. Don't go fooling yourself sweetheart, I mean your no more a real stocks broker or turn around specialist than I am a dog. Now this is what we've been waiting for." Jim turned around Rachel to face him holding her by the shoulders beaming. "Sweatheart they're handing you the keys to the safe."
Rachel shook her head smiling sadly. "What about Santana?"
Jim furrowed his eyebrows retracting his hands. "What about her?" Rachel looked like she wanted to cry and looked down. "She's not your real wife. She's not your family." his face turned into a scowl. "She's the mark." he growled. "She is our way into a multimillion dollar corporation, so we can clean it out." His face softened knowing what it was like and sighed re gripping Rachel' shoulders. "Look I know it can get confusing being inside for so long, but don't kid yourself. I am your family."
Rachel gave him a lopsided smile making Jim take her tan cheeks in his hands saying. "I am the one that loves you for who you are. Not who you pretend to be." Rachel nodded too him, Jim patted her cheeks softly. "Alright then lets see what we can do with this idiot who wants to see the stock, and then we'll see what we can do for Ramone."
Rachel nodded clearing her throat. "Yeah...Sure dad."
"Good deal." he nodded smiling.
Rachel began to smile wider. "Let me just make the call."
Jim beamed back "Go get'em."
She nodded walking to the door handle walking outside. She took a deep breath knowing her father was right by the door watching her, and pulled out her phone dialing Santana's number.
"Hey Santana, it's me listen um...I'm going to take the job."