Like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
She wiped away the tears that subconsciously flowed while she was sleeping. The sky had already lightened a little. Quinn sat on her bed staring blankly into the distance. It was only after the golden sun shone through the gaps of her blinds that she came back to herself.
She pushed the quilt away and got into the shower her movement slower than usual. That's because she was trying to delay as much as possible.
She was directly sending herself to the gullaitone and that feeling was horrible. Suffocated by it she deliberately dragged her feet but unfortunately what had to come still came.
While she was taking her sweet precious time and possibly contemplating whether to run or not, Lars who was sitting in the car downstairs waiting for her impatiently checked his watch.
"Aish...," he exclaimed a little frustrated while crossing his fingers that his cousin doesn't call to urge him. He didn't really want to face a grumpy gaze for the rest of the day.
While he was checking his watch for the nth time, his window was suddenly knocked on. Thinking it was her he showed an annoyed face only to be scared to the point of losing his soul.
There was a full face skull on his window and when he screamed the person removed the mask and started laughing.
"You bloody bastard... Nick, I am going to kill you," he yelled only for Nick to open the door and squeeze in.
"What are you doing? She will be down any minute," he said with his soul that had been forcibly dragged back suddenly make another escape attempt again.
"Why are you being squeamish? She isn't coming down yet trust me," he said and handed him a flask.
"I know you probably haven't had breakfast yet so have this and stop ignoring my messages," he said ruffling Lars' hair before getting to leave.
"You!..." yelled Lars but the car door had already closed and Nick had walked back to the entrance of the building. Lars pursed his lips swallowing back his words before opening the flask.
The smell of ginger filled the back of the car and the driver couldn't help but look back with slight envy. He had also woken up early and didn't manage to eat breakfast but Mr. Nick didn't give him ginger tea as well. How sad.
Lars took a sip and his heart melted somewhat. But before he could fully indulge in the bliss brought about by drinking this beverage the driver got out and opened the back door for Quinn.
"Morning," she said and sat next to Lars. He wanted to show his claws but after being warmed up by the ginger tea he had no fight left in him. He just squinted his eyes like a content cat basking in the warm sun.
Quinn looked at him and almost had the urge to ruffle his hair. Lars who was always dressed to impress and immaculate had messed up hair like a wet cat after getting rained on and his eyes were squinted giving off a cute aura.
Quinn raised her hand but just as it was about to touch his head the person dodged like she had the plague and pointed at her accusingly.
"You! Miss Quinn, please respect yourself," he said looking less like a cute cat but rather a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"Sorry," she said before looking away stifling a laugh. She knew she was wrong but she couldn't resist. Who would have thought he would turn into a vicious hen flaring its feathers about to attack?
Lars vigilantly sipped from the flask. If her cousin knew about this he might get shipped back to where he came from. Thirty minutes later they reached a familiar building. It was one of the tallest buildings in the city with the words Apex Ltd on top.
When the car pulled up at the entrance the doors were opened for them and they were greeted by eight employees with four on either side.
Quinn's brow furrowed when she saw this. Even she knew that such a treatment belonged to very important guests and the boss so why was she being given the VVIP treatment? It was quite puzzling.
She was directly led to the executive elevator and when the door slid closed she couldn't help but turn to Lars who had finally seen his appearance in the mirror and almost screamed at the top of his lungs.
"It's not that bad," she said but the man who prided himself on looking good glared at her and continued to fix his hair.
Unfortunately for him no amount of fixing could help him. He desperately needed some mousse or something and a blow drier.
When they reached the top floor he commanded, "Sit here and please don't try and make any trouble," before rushing off to look for a comb in his office.
Quinn, "..."
"Its really not that bad," she said and Lars retorted,
"Says the girl who still owns a dungaree. What are you? Twelve?"
Quinn, "..."
She couldn't fathom where he heard that from. How long had Leif had her followed? She didn't have enough time to delve into this piece of information because she noticed a young woman about the same age as her sitting a little further from her while sizing her up.
Unlike Quinn, this woman looked like she not only worked here but also owned the place. She was gorgeous with almond-shaped eyes, a straight nose, and white teeth. Her hair was like that of a woman who would rather survive on water for three days just to meet her hair appointment. She would rather starve than not get her hair done.
She was dressed in black ankle grazer pants and a tailor-fit blazer with a beige blouse. Her stilettos were at least six inches and her jewelry worth millions.
A sudden thought crossed Quinn's mind as she greeted her. Did this woman also get a contract? If she did then Quinn felt very happy to fan the flames.
She wanted nothing more than to get Leif off her back and if this goddess could do that then she would root for her.
"Hello, I am Quinn and you are?" she asked but the woman who showed her a slight smile just now suddenly turned cold like a glacier. It seemed Quinn was disliked.