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

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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