Love Unspoken

The revelation that Alexander had employed an intern on their floor took Quinn by surprise. Besides Getty and herself, Hollis was the only other person present. Could Hollis be the woman Getty had hinted at? Quinn had always assumed that woman was Ruby.

Hollis, with her ever-changing eyes, watched Quinn, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. There was an unmistakable innocence in Hollis's gaze, a clear sign of her recent graduation from college. The transparency of her naivety was striking.

Shaking her head, Quinn let out a sigh. She rose from her seat and made her way towards the elevator. Hollis watched her retreating figure, a sense of unease settling in. She hadn't said a word. Could it be that Quinn didn't like her? Quinn, however, was oblivious to Hollis's thoughts. All she yearned for was a place to rest, to sleep. She managed to reach the ground floor of the building and hailed a taxi to take her home.

Once inside the vehicle, she found it impossible to keep her eyes open. As the scenery outside the window blurred, her eyelids grew heavy and eventually closed. Exhaustion and sleep claimed her.

In the moments before sleep took over, she contemplated the idea that forgetting some things might not be entirely negative. Perhaps it was this thought that led to her disorientation when she was roused by the taxi driver's voice. Her surroundings seemed unfamiliar, causing a wave of anxiety to wash over her.

Why aren't you getting off?" the

quickly paid the fare and exited the taxi. As she

onto the roadside, scrolling aimlessly through her phone. She couldn't remember why she had been in a taxi, or why she

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first instinct to contact Alexander. However, when she opened their conversation, she was met with a "rejected" message. Alexander

at her phone for a long while, Quinn gave up. She glanced down at her bag and felt the familiar texture of her notebook. She pulled it out and flipped it open, scanning the entries. It was then that she realized she was ill. Turning to the last page of the notebook, she found

the door, her phone rang. It was Orion. Recognizing the number and recalling

I almost forgot, you can't speak. Let's chat on Facebook." Orion