"The number you dialled does not exist" the robotic voice said again for the nth time that day.
Tossing the phone away, Quinn links his hand with his tie dragging it loose.
Just then, his study door gets pushed open and someone walks in. Not sparing a glance at the door, he mutters coldly. "There's a reason for the door"
Cheryl chuckled lowly. Walking towards him, she placed a hand on his shoulders. Stroking it lightly she asked, "What have you been up to? You've been awfully scarce even in your own house"
Shrugging off her hands, he replied. "I owe you no explanation"
Cheryl's jaw clenched subconsciously. The hatred which she previously hid flowed out. Like tho noticing the change in her mood, Quinn turned to look at her. "Nora is gone and you still hate her? What a person!"
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