Love Unspoken

In the midst of the silence, Alexander's voice pierced the air, calling out to Getty. Startled, she paused in the middle of touching up her makeup, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "What's wrong?" she queried, her tone laced with concern. "There's something..." Alexander hesitated, his sentence trailing off into the ether as Quinn latched onto his leg, her grip firm.

Rising from her seat, Getty's gaze flitted around, her brows furrowing.

"What's there?" she asked, her voice echoing in the room.

With a calmness that belied the situation, Alexander responded, "Nothing. Just a mouse ran by."

Getty's eyes widened in surprise. "A mouse? Here?" she exclaimed, her disbelief palpable.

Alexander's voice was soothing as he reassured her, "It's gone now. Don't worry."

With a nod, Getty returned to her seat, resuming her makeup application. Quinn, on the other hand, closed her eyes, a pang of regret washing over her. She couldn't help but feel that seeking him out had been a mistake.

Once her makeup was complete, Getty's impatience bubbled to the surface. "Are you not done yet?" she asked, her tone sharp.

Alexander's response was nonchalant as he picked up a folder, flipping through it casually. "It's still early," he replied, his gaze never leaving the pages.

as she rose from her seat. "I'll wait for you downstairs at the café. Call me when you're finished," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. Alexander merely

turning back to glance at his desk.

Alexander responded,

door, her heels clicking against the floor. The moment the door closed behind her, the tension in the room dissipated, and Quinn

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her collar, pulling her up from her hiding spot. She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with fear. Despite her

up," Alexander commanded, his hand covering her mouth from

closing in resignation. She didn't know how long it took for him

the office desk. She glanced up, only to

her a second glance, Alexander tidied his clothes and walked out, leaving

Quinn relaxed her tense body, cradling her

strewn haphazardly across the floor. She propped her hands on the

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moment to gather herself, Quinn began the task of organizing the documents and tidying the floor. She moved to the window,

the office was restored to its original state, she dragged her weakened body out of the room. Her head throbbed, a painful reminder of Alexander's torment, and her