Love Unspoken

Quinn chose to ignore Maria's disparaging remarks, a decision made easier by the harsh truth of her words. Indeed, Quinn's expertise was limited.

Her understanding of computers was basic at best, and her introduction to the photocopier had only occurred upon her arrival here. Given the stature of Kyle Astor, it was hardly fitting for him to instruct her, and Ruby had not assigned anyone to guide her either.

So, what was she to do but sit in front of the computer, idle?

As she grappled with these thoughts, Ruby made her entrance, tapping lightly on Maria's desk before addressing Quinn.

"Could I have a moment with the two of you?"

Quinn rose from her seat, trailing behind Maria towards the secluded office at the rear.

Anxious, Maria queried, possibly concerned that Ruby had overheard her earlier snide remarks, "Keegan, why have you called us?"

Ruby, comfortably seated and offering a gentle smile, reassured them, "Relax, it's nothing grave."

She turned her attention to Quinn, "You've been with us for some time now. You're a member of my team, and it's not sufficient for you to only handle the trivial tasks. I need to validate your role here." Quinn nodded, signaling her comprehension.

Ruby proceeded, "So Maria, you'll be her guide. Introduce her to our company's software, train her on document handling, and familiarize her with PowerPoint. You're adept with these tools, aren't you?" Maria bristled at the suggestion. Why was she expected to tutor this dummy?

thing, but barely speaking was another matter altogether.

voice them. If you're unwilling, I can

a forced smile, "Why would I object? I'm more than

thoroughly. Since she's not much of a talker, perhaps we could delegate all

nodded approvingly, "That seems reasonable. Quinn isn't suited for client interactions anyway. Let her manage the paperwork. Quinn, you'll need

instruct her. Whether it

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spinning on her heel

thrust a booklet at Quinn. "Peruse this-it's the

me you're illiterate," Maria said, her voice laced with

before she accepted the manual, pen, and paper, and scribbled a

note and exhaled in exasperation. "Communicating with you

away in her heels

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sign language took twice as long, and writing was even