Love Unspoken

Another female producer laughed lightly, "That girl, Getty, has poured a ton of money into this game, and she's Alexander's favorite. He's clearly trying to impress his girlfriend."

A male colleague added, "Using Getty isn't a bad idea. She's the top player on the server, which might have more impact than choosing someone less known, like Quinn."

"There's no room for negotiation at the moment. The guy has invested millions into our game. We can't afford to upset him," another chimed in. "But why not use both? someone suggested. It's not like there's just one character available." "The issue is Getty wants to cosplay as Lunar, and we've already promised that role to Quinn," explained the first producer.

"Let's bring them both in to discuss it. Maybe Getty will be willing to compromise," concluded another.

The next day, Quinn received a message from Abigail about a potential contract negotiation at VX Games. Quinn hesitated; Alexander had already issued a warning. Would going there complicate things for Abigail? After pondering for a while, Quinn texted back, "Abigail, I've decided not to go."

Within two minutes, Abigail responded with a long voice message.

"Why not? Did Alexander say something to you? What right does he have to stop you? You don't owe him anything; you earn your own money. Think about the baby-do you want a divorce or not?

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"Take your time and think it over, then get back to me. If you're not leaving him, I'll tell Ellis to drop it," Abigail added, her tone tinged with frustration.

Quinn felt a pang of fear listening to Abigail's angry words. She didn't want to lose her friendship, nor did she want to provoke Alexander's wrath. Clutching her phone, Quinn hesitated before replying: "Abigail, he won't let me see you." She wanted to explain further, but her message only seemed to inflame Abigail's anger even more.

A furious voice message soon followed from Abigail: "Who is he not to let you see me? Why wouldn't he allow that? Do you think I'm afraid of him? Quinn, let me tell you, I'm not scared of Alexander.

If you're not going to contact me because of what he said, then there's nothing I can do."

Quinn panicked as she tried to reply, but an exclamation mark appeared on the screen. Her heart sank-Abigail had blocked her.

In a rush, Quinn got up and hurried out of the villa, quickly hailing a cab through an app. She arrived at the coffee shop and went directly to the upstairs studio where Abigail was.

As Quinn pushed open the door, Abigail turned, surprised at the sight of Quinn in pajamas and breathless. With a slight smile, Abigail teased, "What's with the outfit?"

Quinn, struggling to catch her breath, her chest heaving and her face streaked with tears, gestured desperately with her hands: "Please, don't break up with me."