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.

and deafening music filled the air; the place

through the crowd, searching for any sign of

faces clearly, and drunken partygoers began

pushed through and

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

A voice

spun around to face a burly man, and

followed her fingers, his facial muscles twitching with a hint of interest,

Quinn's hands paused abruptly.

a place like this, for what?" He

head and quickly typed out a message on her phone to show him: I'm

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

Join us for

a toothy smile, suddenly wrapping an arm around her waist and shoving open the door with his other hand. Before Quinn