He took out a burner phone and typed in a series of numbers before sending a message.
Unknown: She left her apartment to hang out with a friend.
Unknown: How should I proceed?
In a black Rolls Royce Phantom in the basement parking, a cell phone with its screen facing down lit up with a soft buzz. A pair of long slender fingers with a black stardust ring on the thumb picked up the phone and unlocked the screen.
He read and re-read the message as though the words on the screen would change to something pleasant. The temperature in the backseat turned ice cold the atmosphere stifling to the point of suffocation.
The driver in front didn't even dare breathe too loud just in case that would ignite the fumes in the air. Ten minutes later Nick received a response.
Unknown: Keep monitoring her and don't get too close.
Meanwhile, Quinn who had no idea people had had a conversation concerning her arrived at the restaurant already. Because there was no bus route she was forced to order a ride after having to download the app.
When she arrived the attendant was especially polite, well, that is until the lady asked for a membership card. Quinn calmly explained she was there to meet someone her demeanour calm and her voice unhurried like she had been in such private places before.
The attendant's smile stiffened further as she scanned Quinn from the top of her head to her shoes on her feet. Based on her beautiful appearance the attendant soon understood the situation or at least thought she did.
This was the world of the rich after all. When people say the rich know how to play they meant it. Each and every day gorgeous beauties the earth has to offer would walk in through those doors their titles ranging from mistress to boy toy. She immediately understood and was about to ask her who she was meeting when she heard a high pitched voice calling out, "QQ, here…" while frantically waving her hand.
Quinn politely smiled at the attendant before walking over to Alison who was standing in the lobby her eyes and nose puffy like she had been crying. Quinn gave her a heartfelt hug with a look of worry on her face.
"What took you so long? I almost grew mushrooms on the top of my head," whined Alison making Quinn feel a little sad. She had always been especially indulgent when it came to Alison thus she let her complain to her heart's content.
"I had to order a ride so it took me a while," explained Quinn as they sat back down.
"Oh, I am so sorry. I forgot," she said pouting her lips before drinking her cocktail and sucking on the straw.
Quinn wanted to catch up but she couldn't help but be curious why Alison was alone in this place drinking when she was a well-protected egg. Her father was the president of a big cooperation called Cetus and her mother worked for the office of the country's president so she shouldn't be here by herself.
Before she could even ask Alison had an emotional breakdown complaining about her ex-boyfriend and how he had cheated on her. Not only that but the slag man also blacklisted her number and never even gave her an explanation. It was at this part of the evening Quinn realised that she couldn't listen to this sober.
"He is the most perfect man for me… my, my ideal type but he doesn't want me wuwuwu why? I am pretty, successful and my parents can help his company. Where, where am I lacking QQ," she said grasping Quinn's arm her eyes hazy and false eyelashes wet.
Hearing this brought forth terrible memories for Quinn. Her mother had once asked her that question with the both of them hanging on a ledge. At that time her mother had completely lost her mind. The specifics of her situation explained why at that time she thought dying with her child was the best solution.
Her father had always been the promiscuous type. He was infamous in the underworld for actively participating in these underground clubs. Because her mother wasn't from his circle she had no idea what kind of man he was when she married him.
For years she tolerated his behaviour that is until he went overboard. A few days before Christmas she decided to come back home early from her retreat. She picked Quinn up from her grandfather's house only to get home and catch her husband in bed with her older sister during the act.
This was the last nail in the coffin. Her mental health which was already unstable snapped and she almost jumped to her death with little Quinn in her arms. Thus the subject of cheating was something very sensitive to Quinn.
"I am so mad right now and I can't even, even confront that fucking asshole," exclaimed Alison upgrading from cocktails to shots.
"So you ran away from home to come here and confront him?" asked Quinn before taking another shot of vodka trying to push down the memories that had resurfaced in her heart.
"I would have but when I reached his office they said he was away on a business trip. I am really so angry. I want to vent it all," she said while flinging her hands haphazardly in the air in frustration.
"Just forget him. It's good that he showed you his true colours now unlike when you already have a child with him," said Quinn the liquor slowly getting into her head.
Soon the sensible Quinn was kicked out and the drunken crazy Quinn took over. The conversation changed from, "Forget about him," to, "Yeah, let's go bust the windows out of his cars."
"Really, really? QQ are you willing to go with me?" asked Alison with her hands on Quinn's cheeks pressing hard.
Quinn was a little startled her gaze mobile. She hesitantly answered, "Ye-es."
"Oh goodie, when I called you I didn't think you would agree. You are good at this illegal shit," said Alison mumbling the rest of her sentence before sipping on her drink.