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Third povAs Amanda sat on her desk, face puckered in concentration and files sprawled all over, she couldn't shake the fear that she would not be able to complete the work Quinn had assigned to her. Atop the table was a tall stack of thick files from all the departments she had to review. So far, four of the files had been successfully reviewed, and were stacked in a corner of her desk. Although she knew that was progress, she wasn't too happy about it seeing that she still had twenty four departments left to go. And the work only got harder as she progressed. Amanda exhaled for the umpteenth time since the last hour and tugged on the collar of her shirt. She was so tired, but taking a break would draw her back too much. There were just a few minutes left till the office closed for the day, and Amanda was already regretting her promise to join Martha and the other secretaries tonight. This was not the time for any hangouts as she was already choked with work. Her plan for today had
Quinn's POVIt was 10pm by the time I'd finished with all my appointments for the day and returned home. The mansion was quiet when I pulled into the driveway, and I was thankful for that. I didn't have the time nor energy for another round of drama from Logan's mother. All I needed right now was a cold shower and a good night's sleep. I made my way to my bedroom, expecting to see Amanda, but she was not there, much to my surprise. At first I ignored that, telling myself that she could do whatever she wanted, and I didn't care. I undressed and hopped into the shower, taking my time to let the cool water wash away most of the stress from today. When I finally rounded up with that, Amanda was still not here. I checked my phone to see if I had missed any calls from her, but there was nothing. I got into bed and made myself comfortable, but all the tiredness had cleared from my eyes. I picked up my phone and made to dial her number, but I stopped myself at the last second. Why would I
Third Person POVAmanda sat on the edge of her bed shakily, her hands clutching her head. She had awakened about an hour ago, but still needed some time to pull herself together. Absent-mindedly, she walked to her dresser and picked up a cup of water which she drank greedily from. Afterwards she returned to the bed and bowed her head in thought. Her mind was still buzzing as she recounted everything Quinn had told her this morning. She couldn't believe that she had let herself fall into Martha's trap last night. Amanda wanted to smack herself for not listening to her instincts last night. She didn't want to accept that last shot the night before, but she had been coaxed by Martha and the directors. And when Quinn had told her of their plans, she'd shivered in fear. She said a silent prayer, thankful that their plans didn't succeed. Tears filled her eyes when she realized that her body would have been violated and abused last night had it not been for Quinn's intervention. She shut
Third Person POVThe room was struck into a tense silence after Amanda asked the question, and Martha was inwardly going frantic. She knew that the longer she stayed without answering, the more guilty she would look. But she also had no idea how to answer Amanda's questions without implicating herself. She had to save herself. But with what consequences? Martha's eyes met those of the directors who were still standing and waiting for her to answer. She saw them give her a discreet smile, and she shivered. The directors themselves were rather confident. They were positive that Martha would not sell them out. So they did not even feel the least threatened by Amanda's words. Martha was still panicking. She tried to speak but no words came forth. Just before she thought she was going to ruin things and throw away her only chance of saving herself, Amanda stepped in again. "You know, Martha, I was so heartbroken when I heard that you knew about this from the get-go. But those men said t
Amanda's POVI watched silently as shock filled Martha's face. She stared at the officers, her mouth agape. I had anticipated the satisfaction I would feel when Martha was finally called out for her evil deeds, but damn it felt so good. I watched as she shook her head helplessly at the officers. Suddenly, she turned to me, throwing herself at my feet. "P-Please…please, I-I am sorry. I never meant to do it. They threatened me, I swear it. I would never try to hurt you on purpose. Please, don't let them take me away."Tears of panic had filled Martha's eyes as she begged, but I did not care. For the first time, seeing someone in a position like this did not move me. Not when they were evil and despicable as Martha. The woman was a literal devil in disguise. Even looking at her filled me up with disgust. "Please!" Martha yelled tearily, clutching at my feet as the officers made to handcuff her. "I'm sorry. They threatened me. They made me do it."I laughed humorlessly, anger rising in m
Amanda's POVI took a deep breath and slowly turned around. The very thing I was trying to avoid was coming to pass, but Hailey had spotted me already, so there was no way I would still run away like a coward. Hailey was a bitch. She had always been, and I was pretty sure she was still a bitch. Back in high school, she had spespeciallyargeted me after my father died. My family had lost everything then and we could no longer afford the kind of things the other rich kids like Hailey could. So she began to treat me like trash. The only person who stood by my side then was Vanessa. She was from a humble home and never treated me differently. Hailey's eyes lit up with mockery as she looked at me from head to toe. I already knew that she was going to cause some kind of drama. A girl like Hailey would never change and I knew that all too well. "It is you. Wow…" she laughed, still looking at me mockingly. "Little old Amanda. What are the odds of offering you here?"She laughed again and pr
Amanda's POVI watched as Hailey moved to Quinn, her stupid fake smile still plastered on her face. "Hi," she greeted with a smile. It pissed me off to see her flipping her hair backward and facing Quinn with that annoying look on her face. I turned to see how Quinn would react. But I already knew how cold he could be, so I wasn't worried about him giving her a listening ear. Quinn stared at her coldly, making no move to show that he heard her. "You know, I knew someone like her won't be able to afford a car, especially at a place like this," Hailey continued to talk to Quinn despite being ignored."Hailey…" Daniel called out, trying to draw her back. But she shook his hand off. "No, Daniel, Amanda's boss needs to know what kind of person she is."As the two continued to argue, I saw Quinn take out his phone and begin to make a call. I couldn't hear him from where he was standing, but I was curious. After a few minutes, Daniel had finally been successful in stopping Hailey from maki
Amanda's POV"Please Mr McCullough," Daniel cried, falling to his knees in front of Quinn. "I-I don't know what happened back there. I'm really sorry for how disrespectful that girl was. I don't even know her, I swear. She is just a hookup girl I picked up. We don't have anything serious going on and she's not related to me in any way. Please, sir, I'm sorry ma'am, please forgive me. I hope this will not affect the business relationship I am trying to build with your company."It took all the self-control I could muster to keep my jaw from dropping. Did this man just deny his fiancée?! This was priceless, and I would have burst into laughter if I was not trying to keep my composure. Quinn looked amused but said nothing. And we both redirected our gaze back to the person who would surely have a lot to say about this. Beside Daniel, Hailey looked like she had just been slapped. Her jaw was slacked as she stared at Daniel with her eyes wide. It was even more funnier to me considering how
Quinn’s POV With everything already blown on our faces, I was left with one choice; going to see our biggest investors. She had sent her message. Currently she was in her private mansion and her secretary was leading me to her.The mansion was big, everything in the hallway was made white with fluorescent lights and chandeliers. She was our biggest investor for a reason.A double lidded door, white in colour stood at the end of the white fluorescent hall. Her secretary stepped aside and pushed the door open. As she ushered me in, she bowed and shut the door behind me.This was her office I supposed. Her back was to me as I stepped inside. She swirled on the chair———my mouth fell open at the woman….no, the lady on the chair. I struggled to blink, then looked around for the woman that had always appeared on screen. A woman in her late thirties or forties. But now as I stared at the woman, all I saw was a young lady, Quickly, I schooled my expressionWhy did she hide her identity behi
Amanda’s POV With cold feet and jelly legs, I walked to the room which seemed faster than it usually was. Sweat dribbled down the small of my back. Dread pooling in the deep of my stomach.I stood outside the large double lidded door, contemplating and hesitating opening the door. I imagined all their faces, red hot with anger. Especially Quinn.Slowly, with stiff fingers, I took the door knob and pulled it open with eyes shut.It was like stepping into a new world where you revealed everyone’s secret and they hated you. They were angry, not in a theoretical or any fancy way, they were red horn angry.I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me in that instant, but instead I clenched my fist and swallowed hard on my saliva.“Good morning, everyone.” I bowed and hurried over to a seat, avoiding everyone’s gaze. Seating down, I merely made myself comfortable, when Mrs. Rosaline started, making me jerk up back to stand. “What the hell did you do by sending a wrong file to our bigges
Quinn’s POV She probed his face, staring at the damage on his bruised lips, black eyes and many more I’d destroyed on his face. She cursed again, tutting at the wounds and cuts. He was barely holding up right, eyes swollen and black.“Who did this to my son?” She demanded more persistently this time. I watched her as her face grew pensive inspecting every new cut with a horror struck face.“Logan… Logan.” She held his chin, delicately not to cause any more pain, but the smallest touch made him wince. “Who did this to you, tell me, who did this?”Logan of course didn’t answer, but his eyes were trained on me. Mrs. Rosaline whipped around to hold my form in deliberate questioning. “Did…did you do this to my son?” It was a great fit that she tried to tamp down the rage boiling in her throat. Her eyes were sharp like a newly crafted dagger.She held Logan’s face to me, “did you do this to my son? Your brother?” I made no indication to answer, she left him and was stomping towards me, s
Quinn’s POV I knew Amanda wouldn’t like my answer, but I had to just do it. I didn’t love Miranda anymore but it would be cruel to know that she had a problem and I wouldn’t help her out. “You can stay,” I said to her. I couldn’t look at Amanda’s face as I said those words to her. She fixed me with a steely gaze.Guilt ate at me. After everything I’d put her through, the last thing I wanted was to make her angry or make her feel bad. Left for only me alone I’d go out of my way to make sure she saw and believed that I was sorry and in regrets.The look on her face confirmed my fear. She was dead mad. She didn’t like the decision, but there was nothing I could do. I just couldn’t Miranda away. Miranda smiled, “thank you, Quinn. This means a lot to me.” She said, If Amanda could, she’d shoot lasers at her using her eyes. She observed her lips in a paused and thin line, eyes trained on Miranda’s form.With the hassle from yesterday, I believed we’d already made the covers of every ne
Amanda’s POV I woke up with the afterthought of my actions lingering in my head like a bomb ticking, ready to go off. When I rolled on my back I was welcomed by an empty bed. Quinn was not in bed. I looked out through the curtains and saw that it was still very early, the sky still had the pink and blue stripes mottle of colours and the moon was still visible, faintly.Somehow I was happy I woke up with him out already, doing what? I wondered. But his absence would make it easier for me to put up my walls and confront him why he was such a jerk to me, even without confirming from me that I was an escort as the idiot said.But then thinking about how much of a jerk he was, my mind reared back to last night how he’d come to my room. My lips stretched into a smile and the tingles from his touch thrummed in my skin like it just happened and then there was a fluttery feeling in the pit of my stomach.I stifled a scream and planted my face back into the pillow. My cheeks warmed up, sprea
Quinn’s POV “What?”Those words were like a bucket of ice emptied on me. She didn’t say anything after that, just stared at me with a sultry gaze.I was dumbfounded and starstruck. What could I possibly say at that moment? I just turned around and walked out with knees about to buckle. Everything was too much, the information was a lot to take in. It was as if I’d run a marathon on a completely different track.So many things scared me as her words replayed in my head. If I was her first that meant I’d been an asshole for nothing. More so I’d treated her so wrongly and jumped to conclusions. I had also been a coward, I never addressed her directly about it, just acting like a maniac with no reason.I hadn’t even confirmed what she said and I was already cringing and feeling all shitty. So many things were wrong with how I reacted, first and foremost I’d been a total jackass, even though it ended up being true, I never should have treated her that way, called her names, it was all i
Amanda’s POV As Candace threw a tantrum, I fumed silently. That bastard! After everything I said to him he had the nerve not to go ahead with his wedding?What the fuck was wrong with him? He set the date for the wedding, all through the engagement party and till this day he didn’t think that he was not ready, up until the wedding day with a guest and a pregnant bride.What sort of humiliation was this? I darted my eyes to Candace who was throwing a tantrum, believing that I was behind this. That it was my fault. I couldn’t even blame her, I’d react the same if I was her.Her face was tear stained and people were beginning to come for the wedding and now the groom was having a mental breakdown that he couldn’t go ahead for the wedding. If this didn’t make the news, I wonder what would. Granny Mariah would be so pissed after all she put into the engagement party and wedding. Especially when she specifically told us to not make the news. I guess we would be on the cover of every ma
Amanda’s POV Since I outrightly confessed my feelings to Quinn, I’d been avoiding him. Not because I confessed the way I felt about him, but because he’d had this dark, grim picture of me in his head.Now as I thought back to it I could understand why he was mean, cold, cruel and rude to me all the time. And like the coward he was he couldn’t ask me. One would think he had more balls as he was cruel but it was so fucking balless.Putting Quinn and his thoughts behind me, I stood before the long length mirror in my closet and ran a hand down the red dress I had on.It was finally the day. Logan and Candace’s wedding. Thinking about it, I felt bad for her. I mean she was a bitch, but Logan wasn’t a man I’d wished on my worst enemy.Imagine getting married to a man like that.I grimaced and a shudder snaked down my spine in horror.Just when I was curling my hair my phone vibrated on the table next to my makeup tools. Flipping the phone over I saw Logan as the caller.I frowned, staring
Amanda’s POV “You have to confront that girl. Put her in her damn place.” Vanessa stated. Her brows were pinched together from anger. I couldn’t blame her though, Miranda was a two time bitch that pissed everyone off.Hearing about her alone made your stomach tighten in knots and made you want to punch a fist to a wall or better still her face.“What could I possibly say to make her own up to the fact that she actually caused me to trip and pour the drink on the lady?” I massaged my temples as I asked.The horror of that day returned to me and I inwardly cringed and recurled back. The abject stare that granny had fixed me with tasted like a bile in my throat. I hated to let people who looked up to me down. Granny was one of those people. “What more is there to say? You know and she knows that you know. Grab her like the bitch that she is and warn her never to try that rubbish again.” Vanessa’s voice was hard and so was her eyes. I believed if Miranda was present right before us she