In the midst of the silence, Alexander''s voice pierced the air, calling out to Getty. Startled, she paused in the middle of touching up her makeup, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "What''s wrong?" she queried, her toneced with concern. "There''s something..." Alexander hesitated, his sentence trailing off into the ether as Quinntched onto his leg, her grip firm.


    Rising from her seat, Getty''s gaze flitted around, her brows furrowing.


    "What''s there?" she asked, her voice echoing in the room.


    With a calmness that belied the situation, Alexander responded, "Nothing. Just a mouse ran by."


    Getty''s eyes widened in surprise. "A mouse? Here?" she eximed, her disbelief palpable.


    Alexander''s voice was soothing as he reassured her, "It''s gone now. Don''t worry."


    With a nod, Getty returned to her seat, resuming her makeup application. Quinn, on the other hand, closed her eyes, a pang of regret washing over her. She couldn''t help but feel that seeking him out had been a mistake.


    Once her makeup wasplete, Getty''s impatience bubbled to the surface. "Are you not done yet?" she asked, her tone sharp.


    Alexander''s response was nonchnt as he picked up a folder, flipping through it casually. "It''s still early," he replied, his gaze never leaving the pages.


    Getty''s lips pursed in annoyance as she rose from her seat. "I''ll wait for you downstairs at the café. Call me when you''re finished," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. Alexander merely nced at her, offering a slight nod in acknowledgment.


    After a few steps, Getty paused, turning back to nce at his desk. "Was there really a mouse?" she asked, her toneced with skepticism.


    "There isn''t one anymore," Alexander responded, his voice steady.


    After a moment''s hesitation, Getty moved towards the office door, her heels clicking against the floor. The moment the door closed behind her, the tension in the room dissipated, and Quinn felt her nerves rx.


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    However, before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, Alexander''s slender fingers gripped her cor, pulling her up from her hiding spot. She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with fear. Despite her struggle, she managed to choke out, "We, divorced."


    "Shut up," Alexandermanded, his hand covering her mouth from behind.


    Quinn was helpless against his grip, her eyes closing in resignation. She didn''t know how long it took for him to finally release her.


    Once freed, Quinn slid to the floor, leaning against the office desk. She nced up, only to find Alexander straightening his clothes, his demeanor as if nothing had transpired.


    Without sparing her a second nce, Alexander tidied his clothes and walked out, leaving behind a curt instruction, "Clean up the desk," before he left.


    The sound of the door closing signaled her release. Quinn rxed her tense body, cradling her slightly aching lower abdomen as she shakily rose to her feet.


    Surveying the room, she noted the disarray of the desk, documents strewn haphazardly across the floor. She propped her hands on the edge of the table, revealing a bandaged wrist, the fabric stained red with seeping blood.


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    Taking a moment to gather herself, Quinn began the task of organizing the documents and tidying the floor. She moved to the window, throwing it open to let in some fresh air.


    Once the office was restored to its original state, she dragged her weakened body out of the room. Her head throbbed, a painful reminder of Alexander''s torment, and her lower abdomen ached anew.


    Her steps were unsteady as she left the office, leaning against the wall for support. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths as the room spun around her.


    A colleague passing by noticed her difort, raising a hand to pat her shoulder. "Are you okay?" she asked, her toneced with concern.


    Quinn lifted her head slightly, recognizing the girl who had taken over her position. She forced a faint smile, shaking her head in response.


    The girl''s voice was gentle as she suggested, "You don''t look well. Why don''t you go to the hospital after work?"


    Quinn nodded, her gratitude evident in her eyes.


    The girl returned her smile, introducing herself, "I''m Hollis Sutton, the new intern."