Love Unspoken

A wave of defiance welled up within Quinn. Despite having been raised in Wayne's world, her interactions with him were minimal at best. To him, she was likely as inconsequential as the air he breathed. Wayne, on the other hand, was a figure of stern authority and demanding expectations in her eyes. The fear of failing in her new role and facing potential dismissal by him was a constant shadow. "Quinn?" Ruby's voice pierced through her internal monologue, pulling her back to reality. She mustered a smile, picked up a pen, and signed her name on the document before handing it back to Ruby. Ruby gave the signed paper a quick once-over. "Alright, gather your things and head upstairs to check in."

Quinn nodded in acknowledgment, returning to her desk to collect her sparse belongings. Her tenure at the company had been brief, resulting in a small box of personal items.

With her box in tow, Quinn took the elevator to the top floor. The silence that greeted her was unexpected, the floor seemingly deserted and eerily quiet. Natural light streamed in through the expansive windows, casting a cool, ethereal glow on the floor. The soft echo of her footsteps on the hard surface was the only sound as she made her way to the central office.

Before she could knock, the door swung open to reveal Kyle Astor, documents in hand. "Quinn?"

His sudden appearance caught her off guard. She instinctively peered into the office, but her view was obstructed by the door. Noticing the box in her hand, Kyle quickly pieced together the situation. "Quinn, are you the new transfer? Welcome!"

She nodded, uncertain of her next move. Kyle chuckled, "Well, you should go in and talk to Alexander. He'll sort out where you'll be sitting."

A wave of dread washed over Quinn. Despite sharing the same last name as Wayne, she had a sinking feeling that Kyle wasn't referring to him. "But hey, it could be a good gig for you. Looks like it'll be a breeze working here, hardly anything to do."

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To Quinn, every job was easy, primarily because she didn't know how to do much. But at least here, she wasn't under constant scrutiny, which offered her a semblance of freedom. She tightened her grip on the box, nodding in response to Kyle's comment.

Without further ado, Kyle turned and left, his schedule overflowing with tasks. He had been running around almost nonstop for the past few days.

Once he was out of sight, Quinn reached out to knock on the door, only to find it slightly ajar. The door swung open at her touch, revealing the office interior. Her gaze swept across the room, finally settling on the bookshelf to the left. Her eyes narrowed briefly at the sight of the man who claimed to have been ousted from his position due to debts. He stood there, dressed in a silver-gray vest and black shirt, his tall figure turned away from her as he perused some documents. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within Quinn, none of which she could clearly identify. He hadn't exactly lied to her. It was true he was no longer the CEO, but the sign on the door read 'Chairman's Office'.

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As Quinn wrestled with her thoughts, Alexander turned his head to look at her. The intensity of his dark eyes sent a shiver down her spine. Clutching the box, she stepped into the office and approached Alexander.

He glanced at her briefly before returning his attention to the papers in his hand. She stood silently to the side, waiting for him to finish reviewing the documents. After what felt like an eternity-though in reality it was only about fifteen minutes-he flipped the last page, closed the file, and looked up at Quinn again.

His gaze landed on the box in her arms. "Get rid of that junk," he commanded.

Quinn blinked, looking down at the contents. The box held study materials, some pens, and a water bottle. Hardly junk...

But his word was law. With a resigned nod, Quinn turned to leave the office, box in hand.