Love Unspoken

Upon their return, Ms. Miller and Ms. Moore had intended to rouse Quinn from her slumber after preparing breakfast.

Much to their surprise, their persistent knocking on her door yielded no response. A shared glance of concern passed between them before they reached for the doorknob, pushing the door open with a sense of urgency.

Stepping inside, they were met with an unsettling sight - the bedroom was devoid of its occupant. Quinn was nowhere to be found. Their faces drained of color, but they pressed on, scouring every corner of the villa. From the bathroom to the storage room, their search was exhaustive yet fruitless. Quinn was missing.

"What should we do? It seems like Quinn is missing!" Ms. Miller voiced her worry, her words hanging heavy in the air.

"Let's not panic. Perhaps Quinn merely stepped out for some fresh air and is taking shelter from the rain," Ms. Moore suggested, trying to remain level-headed.

Ms. Miller sighed, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice. "Did you forget? Alexander explicitly instructed us to keep an eye on her at all times. How are we to report this now?"

Ms. Moore's expression hardened, but she maintained her composure. "Quinn is a grown woman. Surely, she couldn't have gotten lost, could she? Let's wait. Perhaps she'll return soon, if..."

Ms. Miller snapped, "Enough.

tightly. "If Alexander finds out we failed to keep track of Quinn and

the idea of contacting Alexander. With renewed determination, they decided to brave the rain and continue their search outside the villa. Despite scouring the vicinity for over two hours, their efforts were in vain. They returned to the villa, their unease growing. Even the usually composed Ms. Moore was

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onto the sofa in defeat. "We'll try again later." Their predicament was dire. Unable to reach Alexander and with Quinn still missing, they feared their careers were on the

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an unknown number. To his surprise, it was Getty on the other end, her voice choked with sobs.

It's so dark. Please, I

"Alexander, if you want your little lover back, bring fifty thousand dollars in cash. You

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I knew you love me," she sobbed into the

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