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Chapter Fourteen
“We need to talk,”I say storming into Quinn’s office with his assistant hot on my heels.
“I’m sorry sir, she power-walked right past me and I was on the phone,” she follows me and stops talking once Quinn raises his hand.
“It’s okay, I’m interested in what Ms. Matthews has to say. If you could please close the door, give us some privacy.” He says standing up from his desk, walking around and leaning against the front.
I look back as the door clicks shut.
“Mighty daring to storm the castle,” he grins.
“I feel like we’re off.” I cross my arms over my chest. “And I can’t just continue to have it bother me.”
“Okay, how so?” he asks.
“What did you major in at Columbia?” I ask.
“Business and a minor in Economics.” He answers without hesitation.
“Have you ever had your heart broken?”
“Of course, I’m not a robot. What’s going on? What’s all this about?”
“Why don’t you and your parents get along?”
He crosses his arms over his chest, “Sidney, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know anything about you. I know the basics, but nothing deep.”
He nods and places his hands on the sides of the desk. “My parents and I don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things. They are well off and were pissed off when I turned down all their money. They don’t agree with my life choices, personal and professional. We have a level of respect for one another, but other than that, we’re not really that close.”
I wasn’t expecting that. I’m also not sure what I was expecting, when I walked in here.
He pushes off the desk and steps forward. I hold my hands out to stop him.
“I majored in English and had my heart broken by a baseball player, my junior year. I don’t have a relationship with my mother, because she chose her boyfriend over her children and my stepdad is, well he’s annoying, but he’s a good man and has stepped up in her place. My father, never knew him, and he never came around to get to know me. I come from a blue-collar family and I have a crap-ton of student debt from college.”
“Okay,” he nods.
“If you and I are going to be able to work, we need to have serious conversations.”
“We have serious conversations,” he says shaking his head.
“The type of street taco that is the best, is not a serious conversation and you know it.”
“I do, listen. We can do this. There are just some things that may take me longer to divulge, but I promise to open up to you more. You know one thing that I believe will help?” He smirks.
“What?” I ask.
“Let’s go public.”
I shake my head. “That sounds destructive.”
“I feel like hiding our relationship is destructive. I combed through the employee handbook, there is nothing in there that mentions relationship between employees.”
“I think it’s different when it’s boss and employee.”
“I’m not your direct supervisor,” he protests.
