Prostitute
Smart, well-dressed, speaks nicely, friendly, dependable.
Rachel tapped the end of the pen against her chin, staring absent-mindedly at the lined paper. Thinking of something else, she added another note.
Doesn't need to rely on anyone else.
Pleased, she smiled at her handiwork, reading the list a few more times. It covered the whole page- traits she needed to have to be a better person. It wasn't every day someone was given a new identity.
She wasn't sure yet who Rachel Mason was, but she knew who she wanted her to be. There would be no careless mistakes, no reliance on others. Rachel could do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She would be secure. Financially, professionally, emotionally… It almost made her delirious thinking about it.
Rachel Mason was nothing like Amanda Fenshaw. She did not answer for her crimes.