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Chapter_93
Walter nodded, understanding her decision. “Alright, I’ll be quick.” He gave her a reassuring smile before heading inside. Quinn watched him walk away, the echo of his footsteps fading as the large glass doors closed behind him.
The lobby was empty and cold, the only sound coming from the faint hum of the air conditioning. Quinn sank into one of the plush chairs, her fingers absently twisting the bracelet on her wrist. She glanced at the sleek, polished interior of the company, a place she had once considered part of her future. Now, it felt like a foreign world—a world she had been thrust into, yet never truly belonged to.
Her thoughts kept returning to the baby, to Freya’s anger, and to Walter’s strange offer. Why did he want me to come with him? she wondered. And why did I agree? Her instinct told her to be cautious around Walter, despite his calm demeanor. There was something unsettling in the way he always seemed to have everything under control, and it was that control that unnerved her.
The minutes ticked by slowly, and Quinn found herself replaying the events of the past few days in her mind. The miscarriage, her time at the Kennedy residence, and the strange tension with Freya. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming, that the storm she’d been avoiding was finally reaching its peak.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, startling her from her thoughts. It was a message from Jasper.
You sure you’re okay? I can come get you if you need me.
Quinn smiled softly, touched by the care in his message. I’ll be fine, she typed back, Just waiting for Alexander.
She hesitated, the lie feeling strange on her fingertips. It wasn’t Alexander she was waiting for; it was the unknown, the storm that was yet to break.
Just as she sent the message, the sound of the elevator doors opening broke the silence. Quinn glanced up to see Walter returning, his expression neutral, though his eyes seemed a little colder now, like he was holding something back.
“Ready?” he asked, his tone flat.
Quinn nodded, standing up and smoothing her dress. “Yes.” She followed him as he led the way toward the elevator.
As the doors closed and they began to ascend, Quinn couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease settle over her. Walter remained silent, his eyes forward, but there was a tension in the air now, something palpable. The further they moved away from the lobby, the more Quinn felt the walls closing in around her. She couldn’t explain it, but she had the distinct feeling that Walter wasn’t just keeping her company tonight—he was hiding something.
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened to reveal the upper floors. Walter led her through a hallway to a sleek, modern office. It was stark and uninviting, a space that seemed more like a showroom than a place of work. He motioned for Quinn to sit in one of the chairs by the desk, before taking his place across from her.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, his voice colder now. “We have some things to discuss.”
Quinn sat, her hands folded in her lap, trying to keep her composure. “What’s this about, Walter?” Her voice was steady, though her pulse quickened.
He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “I think you know,” he said slowly. “It’s about your involvement with the Kennedys.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her.
Quinn’s heart skipped a beat. She could feel the weight of his gaze, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear what was coming next.
“You’ve been tangled up in this mess for too long,” Walter continued. “And now, it’s time to make a choice. You’re not a bystander, Quinn. You’re part of this world. Whether you like it or not.”
The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken threats and promises. Quinn’s mind raced, trying to process his words. Part of this world?
Before she could respond, the door opened abruptly, and Alexander stepped in, his presence filling the room. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat as she saw him, his face as unreadable as ever.
“Sorry I’m late,” Alexander said, his voice cutting through the tension. He looked between Quinn and Walter, his eyes sharp, but his demeanor unchanged. “What’s going on here?”
Quinn couldn’t help but wonder—What is Walter up to?
