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Quinn's pov

I hate that jerk, Andre.

How can she not see through him? A sociopathic poser!

I just can't wait until I have all the proof I need so that she can see him for whom he is.

Today is the day the DNA results will be ready. I know she's innocent because that blood was mine. Unless she actually did it. Did she? Revenge fueled by hate can be very lethal and anything is expected. But why would she kill Ryan's mother?

My thoughts are cut short when someone steps in. I lift my head I find one of my interns gazing down at me batting her eyelashes vigorously. What is her name again, Gaby, Abby? Can't tell all I know she is a person pleaser and it is annoying. I want to scream, 'we are no longer in kindergarten where being a teacher's pet was cute. This is the reality, do your fucking work and expect nothing.'

"Here is my analysis sir, I have carefully gone through the statements from La Cooper Hotel and I found some anomalies and a way we could cut down their spending." She twists her body in an attempt to look cute but totally backfires.

I take the files and start perusing through them, I skim for the keywords. I can't lie, I am impressed with her keen eye. I wish she is wrong but she is not. Her analysis is top-notch.

"You have finished a month worth of work in two days?" I am still astounded.

"I am fast with numbers." She says.

Her work is phenomenal but her temperament is just wanting. I can't stand her, I should find a way that she doesn't have to report to me directly. I make a mental note to find a solution to that.

"Indeed you are." I agree before I add, "I think your potential is not being utilized well here."

"As long as you are the big boss, my potential will always be maximized." She attempts to flirt.

I clear my throat. "Why don't you take a week off and I will find you a new work position."

I want her out of my office.

"Sure, " She squeals.

"See you in a weeks time..." I point at the door.

She doesn't get my clue to leave.

"Bye," I repeat.

She stands for a while before shaking her head masked in blush. She rushes for the door and leaves.

I pick my phone to call my mother. She took Theo to Paris after the drama. He is still angry at me, I am still angry at Cara for telling the whole world Theo is my son. I am not ashamed of him, I wasn't ready to tell him.

"Hello," Her voice is hoarse.

"Hi, mum how is Theo?"

"He hates it here, your father sent us a private jet we are coming back."

Theo is so much like me. As a kid, I enjoyed none of the stuff my peers enjoyed. I could not fit in anywhere.

"I understand....mmh..." It is a topic we have avoided for years but I have to face it, "... I need to know why Misha left?" I say.

"Son we have been over this, you burnt the letter she left for you."

"I need to know to move forward."

"Why now, you are already married to Courtney."

"She wants a divorce," I say.

There a stretch silence and I hear her breathing heavily. "You just got married two months ago."

"I think it is for the best," I say.

"Does your father know?"

"I haven't told him, I was hoping you would."

"Both of you are just overwhelmed by the all marriage concept. It gets better I guarantee that." I know how those words are misleading. She is terrified of my father, she loathes him. It was an arranged marriage. He was a forty-eight-year-old wealthy man, my mother was just eighteen when she got married. He has always dominated her presence, micromanaging her like a business. Never saw her as someone capable of doing anything right.

"It was a rush decision and I am glad we want out before anything becomes complicated," I say.

"Divorce will complicate everything." She says.

All over sudden, my office door bursts open and my father walks in.

"What is this I hear about divorce?" He roars and I fight hard to stay composed.

"Courtney wants a divorce."

"And as a man, you do everything your woman wants?"

"I can't force her to stay married to me."

"By now you should know how women function, they can't be relied on to make logical decisions. It is her emotions speaking after you betrayed her."

"I also want out."

"There is no out." He says with finality.

His eyes wander around my office, I watch him. A part of me hates him. His tour stops and focuses on me.

"It has come to my attention, the little whore you have been sleeping with works here too. Is that a coincidence or you employed to keep her as your lover?" He asks and barely gives me a chance to speak, he carries forth, "Don't let your lust fool you, women will always be there but not opportunities. In a few years, you think she will look the same. Don't squander lifetime shots for two-second shots."

My fists form into a ball. I fully hate him.

"Leave Cara out of this."

"That is her name?" He breaths. "Remember she will never belong to our world. Who are her parents?"

The owners of this building we are in and the father you had him assassinated. I want to say that but I stay silent

"Leave her out of this," I say, knowing fully what he is capable of, he can have her killed.

"I will not allow anyone to ruin the plan I have. I sent you here for a reason. Don't forget your task." He reminds me.

How can I forget?

"Do I have a choice?" I sigh in defeat.

'You don't, now you better find your wife, woe her, threaten her, lie to her whatever works but make sure you talk her out of that silly idea of divorce." He turns on his heels and leaves just like he entered. I knock the items on the table to the floor.

I will prove him wrong.

I need to get all of these out. I need someone I can talk to.

I find myself texting Cara, I need you.

I know she will think that I want to sleep with her, heck I know she will ignore me but she is the only one we share mutual hate for my father. I just need to talk.