Chapter 2 De Queen

Quinn stormed into the office, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She was still fuming from the events of the previous night, and she was determined to take out her frustration on her employees.

As she walked into the conference room, her staff scrambled to attention. Quinn's personal assistant, Kyra, stood up, a look of concern on her face.

"Good morning, Quinn. How are you today?"

Quinn glared at her. "I'm fine, Kyra. Just get me my coffee and let's get this meeting started."

Kyra nodded and quickly poured Quinn a cup of coffee. As she handed it to her, Quinn took a sip and then began to pace around the room.

"Alright, let's get down to business. I want to see the latest designs for our spring collection. And I want to know why our sales are down from last quarter."

Her staff scrambled to answer her questions, but Quinn was relentless. She tore apart their designs, criticizing every seam and every stitch.

One of her designers, a young woman named Sophia, looked like she was about to cry. "I-I'm sorry, Quinn. I'll try to do better next time."

Quinn turned on her, her eyes flashing with anger. "You'd better do better next time, Sophia. Or you'll be out of here faster than you can say 'De Queen's Style'."

The room fell silent, with all eyes on Quinn. Kyra tried to intervene, but Quinn waved her off.

As the meeting drew to a close, Quinn turned to Kyra. "I want you to get me the latest numbers on our competitors. And I want you to find out who that guy was at the party last night."

Kyra raised an eyebrow. "The party? You mean the one you went to last night?"

Quinn nodded. "Yes, that one. I want to know who he is and what he does."

Kyra nodded, making a note on her pad. "I'll see what I can find out."

As the staff filed out of the conference room, Quinn turned to Kyra. "And Kyra? Find out everything you can about him. I want to know his secrets."

Kyra nodded, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Don't worry, Quinn. I'll dig up all the dirt I can find."

Quinn smiled, a ruthless glint in her eye. "That's why I pay you the big bucks, Kyra."

As Kyra left to start her investigation, Quinn sat down at her desk, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. She was the queen of De Queen's Style, and she would stop at nothing to keep it that way.

But as she began to sort through the papers on her desk, her mind kept wandering back to the party and the guy she had kissed. Who was he? And why couldn't she get him out of her head?

Quinn shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She didn't have time for distractions like this. She had a fashion empire to run.

But as she delved deeper into her work, she couldn't shake the feeling that her life was about to get a whole lot more complicated.

Meanwhile, Kyra was on the phone, trying to track down information on the mysterious guy from the party.

"Okay, so you're telling me that he's a freelance writer?" Kyra asked, her pen poised over her notepad.

"Yes, that's right," the voice on the other end of the line replied. "He's written for a few different publications, but he's mostly known for his blog."

Kyra's eyes widened. "A blog? What's it about?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Well, it's mostly about social justice and politics. But he's also been known to write about his personal life."

Kyra's ears perked up. "His personal life? What do you mean?"

The voice on the other end of the line hesitated. "Let's just say that he's been known to be a bit of a ladies' man."