My destiny with CEO

e of the stones over the other, rocking it back and forth, creating a powdery substance. "What is she doing?" "Grinding grain into flour." Raphael led Ethan to the front of a small tent. "Is this

his eyes fell on Raguel. "Rachel?" Raguel looked at Raphael, confused. He shrugged. "My name is Raguel," she said to the old man. "You look like Rachel." "Who is Rachel?" "That was my daughter's name. I thought you were her. I thought the Lord had answered my prayers and sent her back to me. She was too young to be taken." His hand shook as he reached out toward her. "You look just like her, so beautiful." He stopped before he could reach her cheek and pulled his hand away. "So much like her." Rachel knelt in front of him. "What happened to your daughter?" "They came after me when I contracted leprosy. The soldiers sent me away, and I was willing to leave. I lived my life. But Rachel, she wouldn't let me go. She begged the soldiers to spare me, and when they wouldn't, she grabbed one of the soldiers and he... he struck her with his sword." Raphael heard her sob softly. He watched as her hand reached for the old man, and she paused and looked up at Raphael. He nodded encouragingly. "Go ahead," he murmured softly. Swallowing, she rested her flawless hand in his wrinkled one. Raphael smiled at the expression on her face, and he knew what she felt-unconditional love for His most magnificent creation. How could he not? He knew that once the other angels came into contact with humans, they would be able to sense what he felt. Perhaps that was what Lucifer needed. Surely if he walked among them and got to know them, he would be able to love them too. Perhaps when he returned, he would speak to Michael about it. "You remind me of her," the old man said. "Ragu... What did you say your name was?" "You may call me Rachel. It would be an honor for me to be named after a woman as brave as your daughter." She glanced at Raphael. "From now on, I am Rachel." He gave her a nod. It didn't surprise him that Raguel... Rachel would do something like this. She loved him deeply. He was a young angel and in many ways innocent to the workings of Heaven and even Earth. She was the opposite of Uriel, who only thought of himself. If Uriel knew how much she cared for him, it would be a danger to her. Raphael hoped for Rachel's sake that Uriel would never discover her feelings for him. "Now, Ethan. How about I start this story?" He was about