Love Unspoken

Quinn's hands fell limply to her sides as she leaned against the cool glass of the window, her gaze lost in the vibrant array of flowers adorning the garden outside.

A bitter chuckle escaped her lips at the absurdity of her situation. Alexander, the man she had been on a date with, had left her locked in the car as if she were a mere watchdog guarding his property.

The thought twisted her features into a derisive smile, even as hot tears traced a path down her cheeks. After twenty years of viewing him with a reverence akin to faith, she had been reduced to a mere guard dog in his eyes. The irony was as painful as it was amusing.

Meanwhile, Getty was nestled comfortably against Alexander's arm, her hand surreptitiously slipping into his pocket. "I'm freezing; why did you take so long to get here?" she complained.

"Why didn't you dress warmer?" Alexander retorted, casting a disapproving glance at her attire. On such a cold day, she had chosen to wear a sleeveless evening gown, leaving her arms exposed to the biting chill.

"I dressed for the feast. I have a coat, but I can't wear it," Getty defended herself.

Without another word, Alexander shrugged off his coat and handed it to her. "Put this on."

Her face lit up at the sight of his coat, and she draped it over herself with a delighted giggle. "Thank you, darling."

She leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but he gently pushed her face away. "Let's head inside," he suggested, and Getty, despite her pout, clung to his arm as they entered the venue.

The film networking event they were attending was a high-profile gathering of directors and investors. Some celebrities graced the occasion, but the barrier to entry was notably high.

For a newcomer like Getty, her credibility was still questioned despite her influential backing. The event was a chance to reveal the power behind her, and her standing in the industry hinged on the night's outcome.

If Alexander truly was her patron, even subpar acting wouldn't hinder the flow of resources in her direction.

As soon as Getty made her entrance, clinging to Alexander's arm, all eyes were on her. Alexander, a titan in the investment world, was not easily accessible to the average individual. His rare public appearances made him a figure of intrigue.

In person, his presence was even more commanding than what the television screen captured. He exuded an air of solidity and authority that was impossible to ignore.

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Walking by his side, Getty adopted an air of arrogance, lifting her chin high.

"Alexander, I've heard much about you," a middle-aged man approached, offering a handshake with a warm smile. "I'm the organizer of this event, my name is Seal." Alexander returned the handshake, nodding at him. "Mr. Seal. I've heard about you from our mutual acquaintance, Colin. You're a leading figure in the industry."

Mr. Seal laughed, deflecting the compliment with a wave of his hand. "Not at all. Getty is too kind. I'm just a regular businessman."

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This was Mr. Seal's territory, and Alexander's presence signaled an opportunity to forge new connections.

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With a slight nod, Alexander followed Mr. Seal up to the second floor.

Outside the event, Quinn had been sitting in the car for a while. Despite the window being cracked open, the air inside was growing stale.

She curled up on the seat, a wave of dizziness washing over her as the chilly breeze snuck through the gap, making her shiver.

Every time someone passed by, she would knock at the window, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

Just then, she noticed a young man smoking in front of the car. Quinn perked up, pounding on the window in desperation.

Just as she was about to give up, she saw the man walk towards her, igniting a flicker of hope in her eyes.

Unfortunately, her hopes were dashed when the man stopped next to the car, using the reflective window to fix his hair before sauntering off.