She Is The Queen
oor. She was still fuming from the events of the previous night, a
scrambled to attention. Quinn's personal assista
, Quinn. How
Kyra. Just get me my coffee and
coffee. As she handed it to her, Quinn took
he latest designs for our spring collection. And I wa
t Quinn was relentless. She tore apart their de
ia, looked like she was about to cry. "I-I'm s
u'd better do better next time, Sophia. Or you'll be o
eyes on Quinn. Kyra tried to in
you to get me the latest numbers on our competitors. And I w
The party? You mean the o
one. I want to know who
ote on her pad. "I'll s
inn turned to Kyra. "And Kyra? Find out everythin
cross her face. "Don't worry, Quinn.
nt in her eye. "That's why I
k, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. She was the queen of
mind kept wandering back to the party and the guy she had kis
oughts. She didn't have time for distraction
couldn't shake the feeling that her life w
trying to track down information o
e's a freelance writer?" Kyra aske
the line replied. "He's written for a few different
ened. "A blog?
, it's mostly about social justice and politics. But
p. "His personal lif
hesitated. "Let's just say that he's be