Rachel quirked an eyebrow at the explanation. She placed pieces of information together from what she knew about the players in question.

"So," Rachel started evenly as she thumbed through the papers sitting on top of her desk, "I'm guessing none of the references or recommendations here are from Stephanie."

She sat back in her leather chair with a small creak. "Also, which is it, Ms. LeBeau? You want to prove you're something more than the very little you've been taught to be or you want to be angry at being stripped of that life?"