The following morning, the city was already abuzz as Quinn stepped out of her car in front of Quinn's Mall. Her arrival was nothing short of grand—flanked by her bodyguards and her secretary, Mia, who walked briskly at her side with a tablet in hand. A few other staff members trailed behind, carrying files and taking notes.
The bustling mall paused briefly as people noticed her. Shoppers whispered, employees straightened their uniforms, and store managers quickly prepared to greet the CEO herself.
Quinn walked with purpose, her tailored white blazer and matching trousers exuding authority. Her heels clicked against the polished floors as she made her way to the mall's management office.
"Mrs. Langston," the mall manager greeted her nervously, extending a hand.
"Good morning," Quinn replied politely, shaking his hand before diving straight into business. "I need a detailed update on the sales performance for the past quarter. Let's make it quick."
The morning was brisk, the air sharp with the promise of a busy day ahead. Quinn stepped into the glass-walled conference room at Quinn's Mall, her presence commanding as she took her seat at the head of the table. Around her sat Mr. Anders, the branch manager, and his key team members. Her secretary, Mia, positioned herself beside Quinn, tablet in hand, ready to capture every detail.
"Good morning, everyone," Quinn began, her voice steady yet warm.
"Good morning, Ms. Langston," the team replied in unison.
Quinn adjusted her blazer and leaned forward. "Let's get straight to it. How are the sales figures looking this quarter?"
Mr. Anders cleared his throat, sliding a thick report toward her. "We've had a 12% increase in sales compared to the last quarter. However, there was a noticeable dip in foot traffic last month due to seasonal factors."
Quinn scanned the report, her sharp eyes darting over the numbers. "A 12% increase is decent, but we're aiming for more. What's being done to address the foot traffic issue?"
"Digital marketing campaigns have been launched," Mr. Anders explained. "We've implemented targeted ads on social media and partnered with influencers to promote the mall. Additionally, we've introduced weekend discounts to attract shoppers."
Quinn nodded but didn't look entirely satisfied. "That's a start, but we need more impact. Have you considered hosting in-store events? Fashion shows, product launches, interactive workshops—these create buzz and increase foot traffic."
A marketing lead chimed in. "That's a great idea. We could collaborate with local designers to showcase their collections."
"Exactly," Quinn agreed. "And make sure these events are well-publicized. I don't want us putting in effort without results to match."
"Yes, ma'am," Mr. Anders said, scribbling notes.
A logistics manager spoke next. "There's been a slight delay in stock replenishment for some of the stores, particularly in the cosmetics and electronics sections. It hasn't affected sales significantly yet, but it's something we need to resolve."
Quinn's gaze sharpened. "Delays are unacceptable. Review the supplier contracts and find alternatives if necessary."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied quickly.
Another member hesitantly brought up customer complaints. "Some shoppers have expressed frustration with long checkout lines during peak hours."
Quinn sighed. "We need to streamline this immediately. Install additional self-service kiosks and train staff to handle rush periods efficiently. Customers should never leave frustrated."
The discussion continued as they covered promotional strategies, upcoming campaigns, and holiday preparation. Quinn's meticulous attention to detail and decisive leadership left the team inspired.
As the meeting was wrapping up, Quinn's phone buzzed on the table. Glancing at the screen, she noticed an email from one of her international clients in Australia. A flicker of anticipation crossed her face as she opened it.
The email read:
*Dear Ms. Quinn,*
*We are pleased to inform you that your proposal has been approved. We'd like to schedule a meeting in Sydney to finalize the deal and discuss shipment schedules. Please confirm your availability.*
*Best regards,*
*Elena Hayes
Director, Global Trade Partners*
A broad smile lit up Quinn's face as she looked at Mia. "We got it. The deal is approved."
Mia's eyes widened with excitement. "That's incredible news, ma'am! Congratulations."
Quinn turned to the room, her tone brimming with pride. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a significant step forward for us. I'll be flying to Australia tomorrow to finalize the deal."
The team applauded, and Mr. Anders spoke with admiration. "Congratulations, Ms. Langston. This is a milestone for all of us."
"Thank you," Quinn replied. "This deal opens new doors for expansion, and I expect all of you to be ready to execute once it's finalized."
"Yes, ma'am," the team chorused.
Quinn turned to Mia as the meeting ended. "Mia, arrange my flight, prepare all necessary documents, and coordinate with Elena's team in Sydney."
"Consider it done," Mia replied, already typing away on her tablet.
Quinn gave the team a final nod. "Great work, everyone. Let's keep this momentum going."
After the meeting, Quinn decided to make the most of her time at the mall. She turned to Mia as they walked. "Let's check out some stores. I need to prepare for the trip properly."
"Yes, ma'am," Mia replied, signaling the bodyguards to adjust their route.
Quinn's shopping spree began with high-end boutiques, where she selected a mix of formal outfits, chic casual wear, and accessories. Her discerning eye ensured every item reflected her impeccable taste.
As she exited a boutique with Mia, her path crossed with someone unexpected.
"Michael?" Quinn said, surprised to see him.
Michael Lennox stood before her, looking effortlessly handsome in a fitted navy sweater and dark jeans. His smirk widened when he saw her entourage.
"Quinn," he greeted. "What a coincidence. I was actually on my way to see you."
"Saved you the trip, then," Quinn replied with a warm smile. "What brings you here?"
Michael shrugged. "I had a meeting nearby and thought I'd drop by. But it looks like you've got your hands full." He gestured to the shopping bags Mia was holding.
Quinn chuckled. "I'm getting ready for a business trip. I leave for Australia tomorrow."
Michael raised an eyebrow. "Australia? That sounds exciting. What's the occasion?"
Quinn briefly explained the meeting and the deal, her enthusiasm evident.
"Congratulations," Michael said sincerely. "That's a big win."
"Thank you," Quinn replied. Then, on impulse, she added, "Since you're here, would you mind joining me? I could use a second opinion."
Michael blinked, momentarily surprised. "Shopping with Quinn Langston? How could I possibly refuse?"
As they moved through the mall, Michael quickly proved himself to be a surprisingly good shopping companion.
"That suitcase is too bulky," he said as Quinn examined a sleek black model. "You'll hate dragging it through the airport."
Quinn raised an eyebrow. "And what would you suggest, Mr. Travel Expert?"
Michael picked up a smaller navy-blue suitcase. "This one. Lightweight, durable, and stylish."
Quinn inspected it and smiled. "Not bad. You might be useful after all."
At a shoe boutique, Michael leaned back in his chair as Quinn tried on a pair of elegant heels.
"What do you think?" she asked, striking a pose.
Michael tilted his head, pretending to consider. "Gorgeous. But do you really need another pair of heels?"
"You sound like Mia," Quinn said, smirking.
"She's rubbing off on me," Michael replied with a grin.
Their banter continued as they visited more stores, drawing curious glances from shoppers. At one point, Michael insisted on trying a pair of ridiculous sunglasses, earning a rare burst of laughter from Quinn.
"You're ridiculous," she said, shaking her head.
"Ridiculously entertaining," Michael shot back.
By late afternoon, Quinn's preparations were complete. As they exited the mall, Michael turned to her. "You're in a better mood than when I first saw you."
"Maybe I just needed a distraction," Quinn admitted, her smile softening.
Michael's expression grew more sincere. "Well, I'm glad I could help. You deserve to enjoy yourself, Quinn. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise."
"Thank you, Michael," she said, her voice quiet but warm.
As Quinn's car pulled away, she glanced at him through the window. For the first time in weeks, she felt a sense of clarity—and control.
The evening sky had begun to darken as Quinn arrived at the Langston mansion, the quiet hum of the car's engine fading as her bodyguards opened the door for her. She stepped out gracefully, her heels clicking softly against the cobblestone driveway. The air was crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of rain.
The mansion loomed ahead, grand and imposing, its windows glowing faintly from the interior lights. As she entered, the silence inside was almost deafening. There was no music, no conversation—just the quiet stillness that had become all too familiar in recent weeks.
Quinn sighed and began heading up the grand staircase toward her room. She was halfway up when a maid approached her, bowing slightly in greeting.
"Good evening, Mrs. Langston," the maid said softly. "What would you like for dinner tonight?"
Quinn stopped mid-step, turning to face her. Her expression was polite but distant. "Don't bother, Maria. I've already eaten," she replied, her voice calm.
Maria nodded, clasping her hands together. "Of course, ma'am." She began to turn toward the kitchen but paused when Quinn called her back.
"Maria," Quinn said, a note of hesitation in her voice.
"Yes, ma'am?" Maria replied, turning back to her.
"Has Leo returned?"
The maid shook her head. "No, ma'am. He hasn't come home yet."
Quinn pressed her lips together in a thin line, her gaze dropping momentarily. "I see," she said softly. "Thank you, Maria."
"Would you like me to do anything else, ma'am?" Maria asked, sensing her hesitation.
Quinn shook her head slightly, then reconsidered. "Actually, yes. Please take two more maids and help bring my things in from the car. They're in the trunk."
"Right away, ma'am," Maria said with a small bow before heading toward the kitchen to gather help.
Quinn watched her leave before continuing up the stairs.
When Quinn entered her bedroom, she flicked on the light, the soft glow illuminating the elegant, minimalistic space. She placed her handbag on the armchair near the window and kicked off her heels, flexing her sore feet.
She pulled her phone from her bag, intending to text Leo and ask about his whereabouts. The lack of his presence was frustrating, but part of her still wanted to know where he was.
As her fingers hovered over the screen, a notification popped up from her social media app. Her brows knitted together as she opened it. It was a post from Sophia's account.
The video loaded, showing Sophia in a sleek black dress, dancing at what appeared to be an upscale club. Her laughter was loud, the kind that demanded attention. But what caught Quinn's eye was Leo in the background. He was seated at a private table, a drink in his hand, watching Sophia with an expression that was far too familiar—one of amusement and ease.
Quinn's stomach twisted as the video played again in an endless loop. She couldn't look away, her thoughts spiraling.
"So this is where you are," she thought bitterly. "Out with her."
Her fingers tightened around her phone as she considered sending him a message. She opened the text box, but the words wouldn't come. What would she even say?
Finally, with a heavy sigh, she locked her phone and set it down on the bedside table.
Pushing her emotions aside, Quinn turned to more practical matters. She walked to her wardrobe, opening its large double doors to reveal rows of neatly arranged clothes and accessories.
She began selecting items for her trip—a mix of tailored suits, elegant blouses, and comfortable yet stylish travel wear. Each piece was carefully chosen and laid out on the bed.
As she worked, her mind wandered back to the post. The image of Sophia laughing, with Leo sitting just behind her, was seared into her memory. She shook her head, determined not to let it ruin her mood.
Instead, she focused on the excitement of her upcoming trip. The meeting in Australia was a significant opportunity, one that would bring her company closer to its goals. It was a reminder of her independence and capability, things she clung to in moments like this.
After an hour of meticulous planning and packing, everything she needed was ready. Her suitcase stood neatly by the door, and she felt a small sense of accomplishment as she closed the wardrobe.
Quinn changed into her nightwear, a soft silk robe that flowed around her as she moved. She climbed into bed, pulling the covers up and leaning against the plush pillows. Her phone remained on the bedside table, untouched.
For a moment, she stared at it, debating whether to text Leo one more time. But the memory of the post—and the ache it brought with it—stopped her. Instead, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Tomorrow is a new day," she thought. "Focus on that."
Gradually, sleep claimed her, the anticipation of her journey offering a small reprieve from the turmoil in her heart.