The next morning, Rachel arrived at the coffee shop early, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Alex. She spotted her in the corner, sipping on a latte, and made her way over.
"Thanks for coming," Rachel said, sliding into the seat across from Alex.
Alex raised an eyebrow. "What's this about, Rachel? You sounded pretty urgent on the phone."
Rachel leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need your help with something. Something big."
Alex's expression changed from curious to intrigued. "I'm listening," she said, her eyes locked on Rachel's.
Rachel took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that there was no turning back now, she was all in.
"I want to take down Isabelle," she said, her voice firm. "And I need your help to do it." she added.
Alex leaned in, her eyes locked on Rachel's. "How do you want to take Isabelle down?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.