If Quinn ever felt down , all she had to do was pout a little at Felix , and she'd be free to go shopping and get facials with her friends . Inside the chilled , perfectly air - conditioned office . Quinn lounged lazily in a leather swivel chair , twirling a strand of hair around her finger . Her gaze drifted to the floor - to - ceiling window , where the blazing sun cast sharp shadows across the carpet . She licked the last bit of her popsicle , the silk jacket draped over her shoulders fluttering gently in the breeze of the central air system . Knock knock knock … Someone tapped at the door . Quinn tossed the popsicle stick aside without looking and walked over to open it . There stood Mr. Wagner , crisp ́in his suit , wearing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes . His gaze , behind his dark - rimmed glasses . landed squarely on Quinn . " Quinn , you called me in such a hurry . What's the matter ? " " Mr. Wagner , come take a look for me ," she purred , tugging him by the wrist into the office . " It's so strange … lately my computer's been lagging like crazy . Sometimes it just shuts off on its own . " She placed the laptop in front of him and brushed her toes ever so lightly against his pant leg . " Didn't my dad say you were a top computer science student ? " Wagner's Adam's apple bobbed . His gaze clung to the shimmer of the necklace on her collarbone . " This model's ancient . Honestly , you should've replaced it a long time ago . But I can try reinstalling the system and see if it helps ." " Great ! " Click click click … Footsteps echoed outside . Quinn quickly pulled her foot back and smoothed her expression . The surveillance feed showed Elsa staggering down the hall , struggling to carry three massive boxes of documents . Her bangs were soaked in sweat , sticking to her pale face . " So annoying " While Quinn's attention shifted to the door- Wagner seized the chance , gripping the mouse and flying through the hidden folders on her computer's D drive . His expression grew serious as he scanned the contents . Finally , he frowned and spoke slowly . " Quinn , your laptop's got a virus . Looks like a Trojan . Your system's been breached . " " You didn't install any antivirus software , did you ? " " I thought those programs were annoying , so I deleted them . What do I do now ? " Quinn's eyes filled with worry . If she lost those files , what then ? Meanwhile , the livestream comments poured in , filled with praise for Quinn's dedication . " Quinn's such a sweetheart she could buy a new computer , but she still uses this old one to save money for the company ! " Totally relatablet Nothing worse than your computer freezing when you're trying to work ! " 12 : 2 C But then , out of the corner of her eye , she caught sight of a pop - up in the bottom corner of the screen : " Transfer Complete . " Quinn jumped to her feet . " What are you doing ?! " she shrieked , lunging for the mouse . Tears welled in her eyes . " That's Moore Corp's proposal for next quarter! " But Wagner didn't look even slightly ashamed . Instead , he stepped forward and grabbed her wrist , his warm breath brushing against her neck . His voice coiled around her like smoke . " Funny … the surveillance just happened to go dark last week during the charity gala . right when you slipped something into Chairman Zhang's son's drink . " Quinn's pupils shrank . She looked into those dark eyes and suddenly understood . With a flirty grin , she blew gently on Wagner's chest . " Mr. Wagner , you're such a tease.7 He lifted her hand and kissed it . " Only you , little wildcat , know how to drive a man crazy . " Moments later- " Elsa ! " Quinn burst from her office , now carrying the latest designer handbag . She held her chin high , sneering at the woman hunched over her computer . " I'm heading out for a spa . Watch my laptop for me . Elsa looked up from her mountain of files , dark circles under her eyes . It had been days since she'd had a proper night's sleep . She hesitated . " But the supervisor just told me to- " I said do it ! Why are you always full of excuses ? " Send Gifts 20