Love Unspoken

Quinn fought valiantly, but Leon's strength was overpowering. He flung her against the door, her forehead colliding with the frame in a muffled thud that echoed ominously in the room. The impact sent a wave of dizziness washing over her. Leon ensnared her from behind, his arms a vice around her, his breath hot and repulsive on her neck. Her struggles only seemed to fuel his perverse excitement. To him, her inability to cry out transformed her desperate resistance into a tantalizing tease.

"Tell me, who got you into the company? Spill it, and I'll let you go," he demanded, his voice a low growl. Leon was attempting to gauge the situation. If someone more powerful than him was backing her, he would have to tread lightly. If not, his politeness would quickly evaporate. However, he overlooked the fact that with her hands restrained, Quinn was incapable of responding.

Feeling his patience dwindling, Leon prodded her again, "Not gonna talk?" In a moment of sheer desperation, tears welled up in Quinn's eyes. She seized the opportunity when his hand slipped into her collar, biting down on his arm with all her might. Leon recoiled in pain, releasing her as if he had been electrocuted.

Seizing the moment, Quinn flung open the door and bolted. She sprinted down the hallway, her heart pounding as she put distance between herself and the meeting room. Her disheveled hair, terrified expression, and disarrayed collar painted a harrowing picture for any onlooker.

She paid no mind to the stares of others as she darted into the restroom, locking herself inside a stall. Leaning against the door, she trembled uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Leon, nursing his bitten arm, began to panic. He had lost control of the situation, and Quinn had managed to escape. This could potentially ruin his reputation if witnessed by others. But that concern was secondary to the pressing issue at hand. He still didn't know who had facilitated Quinn's entry into the company. This information was crucial in determining his next move.

Composing himself, Leon nonchalantly exited the room. Despite the sparse population of the floor, some had witnessed Quinn's frantic escape and Leon's subsequent departure. The atmosphere was thick with speculation.

Leon's first course of action was to head to HR and summon the employee who handled the onboarding process. "Hey Suzy, got a sec?" he asked casually.

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The young woman blinked in surprise, "What's up, Leon?"

"That new secretary in the executive office, that dummy girl, how did she get hired?" he inquired.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Suzy pondered for a moment, then shook her head, "I don't know. I didn't handle her paperwork. Our manager took care of it. Maybe you can ask her?"

At this, a cold sweat broke out on Leon's forehead. "Why would your manager personally handle her hiring?" he asked, his voice betraying his unease.

Suzy shrugged, "I'm not sure about that."Without asking further, Leon left the HR department, his heart pounding with anxiety. He was oblivious to Suzy rolling her eyes at his retreating figure. His reputation was already in shambles, particularly among the administrative and HR staff. There wasn't a single woman who didn't despise him.

If he were handsome, perhaps they could have tolerated him, but Leon was the antithesis of attractive. Overweight, with greasy, thinning hair, he shamelessly flirted with the attractive women in the office, which was utterly repugnant. There had been a naive young woman who had recently started working there. Leon had sweet-talked her until she was succumbed to him. When she ended up pregnant, he coldly denied any involvement, accusing her of trying to pin the baby on him. Eventually, she couldn't bear it anymore and resigned.

Quinn remained hidden in the bathroom stall for half an hour, trying to regain her composure. When she finally emerged, she caught sight of her disheveled reflection in the mirror. A bruise was forming on her forehead. She loathed the sight of her own face.

As she was fixing her hair, another woman entered the restroom and stood next to her, washing her hands. Looking up, Quinn found herself locking eyes with the woman's reflection in the mirror.