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Chapter_94
Walter met Alexander’s gaze with a calm smile, though there was a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes. “Quinn? Yes, I brought her with me. She was waiting in the lobby,” he replied casually. “You didn’t mention she was coming along, but she seemed to be in need of some fresh air.”
Alexander’s expression darkened for a split second, his jaw tightening. “And why exactly would you bring her here? This isn’t the kind of place for… personal matters,” he said, his tone slipping into something colder, more controlled.
Walter leaned back in his chair, unfazed by the shift in Alexander’s mood. “I thought she could use a change of scene. Nothing wrong with that, is there? Besides, she seemed to appreciate the distraction.” He paused, watching Alexander carefully. “You’re not jealous, are you?”
Alexander’s gaze sharpened, but he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he took a slow drag from his cigarette, the embers glowing briefly in the dim light. “Jealous?” His voice was laced with a dark amusement. “I wouldn’t say that. But you’re treading on thin ice, Walter. It’s not wise to involve Quinn in your games.”
Walter’s smile deepened, though there was no humor in it. “You always make everything sound so… complicated, Alexander. I thought we were just having a conversation. But I can see you’re not in the mood for it tonight.”
Alexander stood, his tall frame casting a shadow over the room. “You’re playing with fire,” he muttered, stepping toward the door. “Make sure you know what you’re doing.” His hand brushed the handle, and he turned to look back at Walter, his eyes colder now, almost calculating. “Stay away from Quinn. It’s better for everyone.”
Walter didn’t flinch at the threat. Instead, he simply raised an eyebrow. “I’ll take that under advisement.”
With a final glance, Alexander left the office, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Walter remained seated, his fingers drumming on the edge of the desk as he processed the interaction. What exactly is Alexander so concerned about? he wondered. There was a tension in the air, one that seemed to wrap around the room like a dark cloud.
After a moment, Walter stood up and grabbed his coat. He made his way out of the office and back down to the lobby, where Quinn was still sitting, her gaze focused on her phone. She looked up as he approached, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
“Everything alright?” she asked, her voice gentle but filled with a quiet curiosity.
Walter smiled, his demeanor shifting back to his usual composed self. “All is well,” he replied smoothly. “Let’s head out. I’ll take you home.”
Quinn nodded, her thoughts still clouded with the exchange between Walter and Alexander. Something didn’t sit right, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. As they walked toward the door, she caught a glimpse of Walter’s expression—a subtle flicker of something dark in his eyes, something that made her uneasy.
As they stepped outside into the cool night air, Quinn tried to push the feeling aside. She had enough on her plate as it was. But deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change—something that would shift the balance between them all.
The car ride back was quiet, with Walter concentrating on the road. Quinn stared out the window, the city lights passing by in a blur. The unease from earlier lingered in the pit of her stomach, but she said nothing, choosing instead to focus on the sound of the tires on the asphalt.
When they finally arrived at the Kennedy residence, Walter turned off the engine and looked over at Quinn. “You good?” he asked, his voice softer now.
She met his gaze, offering a small nod. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Alright,” Walter said with a faint smile. “Take care, Quinn. If you need anything, you know where to find me.”
Quinn stepped out of the car, her heart racing as she walked toward the front door. She paused for a moment, looking back at Walter, but he was already driving away, disappearing into the night.
As she entered the house, she couldn’t shake the feeling that things were shifting in ways she couldn’t control. And that thought, more than anything, made her nervous.
