Love Unspoken

Meanwhile, Quinn spent the entire day at the company. Unable to locate Alexander, she decided to send a message to Kyle Astor.

Kyle Astor was clueless about Alexander's whereabouts. He'd been swamped with paperwork all day. Ever since Alexander had assumed the chairman's position, Kyle's own status had elevated accordingly.

Now, he was the chairman's assistant. His text reply to Quinn was succinct: [No idea.]Quinn contemplated for a moment before she scrolled through her contacts and finally zeroed in on the person most likely to know Alexander's whereabouts. But Getty wouldn't be forthcoming, not even if she knew where Alexander was.Resigned, Quinn then messaged Spencer. His response arrived quickly, a voice message: "Quinn, Alexander was at The Cube last night. As for today, I have no idea. I haven't seen him."A flicker of concern crossed Quinn's eyes.

Had he gone to The Cube to drown his sorrows?

Images of Alexander, drunk and disheveled, being ousted from the boardroom, and then seeking her out at the farm, flooded Quinn's mind. She hadn't been grateful, instead choosing to side with Walter.

He had every right to be angry.A surge of guilt weighed heavily on Quinn's heart.

It was her fault. She had been oblivious to his kindness. This time, she was truly in the wrong...Quinn exited the office and hailed a cab to The Cube.

It was her second visit; the last time, it was because of Abigail. She had no idea where to begin looking for Alexander, so she started in the lobby. The Cube's first floor boasted a sprawling bar.

Colorful lights dazzled, and deafening music filled the air; the place was bustling even at this early hour.

She navigated through the crowd, searching for any sign of Alexander.

The flashing lights made it impossible to discern faces clearly, and drunken partygoers began to draw her into the dance floor.

Quinn pushed through and headed upstairs.

Knowing Alexander, he wouldn't be caught up in the midst of the bar's chaos; he was likely in one of the upstairs private rooms.Approaching the room they had occupied last time, she peeked in, but the door was firmly shut, offering no glimpse of the situation inside.

"What are you doing?" A voice suddenly boomed behind her, startling Quinn.

She spun around to face a burly man, and instinctually gestured with her hands.

The man's eyes followed her fingers, his facial muscles twitching with a hint of interest, "Dummy?"

Quinn's hands paused abruptly.

"A mute in a place like this, for what?" He sized her up, "Looking for work?"

Quinn shook her head and quickly typed out a message on her phone to show him: I'm here looking for someone.

"Looking for someone, huh?" The man's face lit up with a sly realization, a grin spreading across his features, "Well then, what are you doing standing out here? Go on in and find them."Quinn's expression brightened with gratitude, she gave him a nod of thanks.

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He flashed a toothy smile, suddenly wrapping an arm around her waist and shoving open the door with his other hand. Before Quinn could react, she was inside, and the scene before her made her freeze.

About three or four men were lounging around, each with a scantily clad woman on his lap, their hands roving freely as the women responded with giggles and smiles.Instinctively, Quinn thought to leave, but a burly man pulled her into his embrace.

"Hey Big Mike, trying out something new?" The guy on the other end joked, staring directly at Quinn."Picked her up outside; she's a mute," the burly man chuckled, grabbing Quinn around the waist and hoisting her up with ease, as if she weighed nothing, leaving her struggling for breath.

He walked a couple of steps and dropped Quinn on the couch, sending her tumbling into a heap."A mute? You sure she's a real mute?" The others, abandoning the armfuls of women they had, crowded around, hemming Quinn in on the couch.

Quinn shrank back into a corner, fearfully, until there was nowhere left to retreat.

"Only one way to find out."