The Life Of Quinn Black | ✔️

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"Quinn! Oh honey! Hello, hello, hello!" She exclaimed squeezing her smaller frame.

"Hello mother." Quinn smiled.

"You know, I've been texting non-stop on my new phone." She held up her new touch screen.

Quinn peered closer. "I can see the fingerprint and smudge marks, " She nodded, then grinned.

"No!" Her mother shook her head, a knowing smile on her face. "I'm not getting that 'Armor case', thing." She waved her off.

"But ma, there's different colors..." Quinn teased.

"They're expensive!" She hissed. "I can just wait till Easter."

Quinn sighed. She always upgraded her mother with technology during most holidays. "I'm gonna stop giving stuff to you." She grumbled."Maybe you can just get an off brand case."

"Or better yet, another Irons industry one." She beamed and Quinn let out a sarcastic laugh, as they entered the kitchen. However, her smile was immediately wiped off her face when she spotted her father standing up against the kitchen counter.

He nodded. "I thought I heard you."

"Afternoon, Samuel." Quinn nodded back.

He gave her one last look before leaving the kitchen. She fumed inwardly. And to know I bought this house for them! She thought.

Quinn turned to her mother who stood awkwardly by the door way. "When are my brothers getting here?" She asked.

"Thomas isn't going to be here till tomorrow, but the twins will be here in just a few hours." She mumbled.

"Well, I'm going to go settle in then." She kissed her mother's cheek and headed upstairs with her bags.

"You need any help with those?" Her father glanced at her luggage. "They're light; I'm fine, but thank you."

He grunted in response. Golly, his joy seemed to just brighten up the whole damn house.

Ever since Quinn was little, She's dreamt of building and owning her own company. She breezed through school skipping various grades and graduating early with her Ph.D at 22. Her dad was more than fine with her skipping grades, it was just when she told him she was majoring in business did their ideas contradict. He felt as if she was wasting her time.

"Why fail at being a business woman, when you can succeed at being a doctor?!" He had yelled once.

That was probably the day their relationship ended, and she had hardened her heart. She told herself whatever it takes to become the best, she will.

The thing is, being a doctor had always been his dream. He often encouraged her to strive farther in those subjects far more than any other. But she didn't want to be a doctor. Blood didn't creep her out, she wasn't scared of death, she just didn't have a passion for medical science whatsoever. The most Quinn has to do with her father's dream pertains to her quarterly donations to the red cross and comic relief.

Her father, he refuses to use her products, and he still doesn't support her or respect her decisions, which is why she has but little respect for him.

"Mother!" Two familiar voices bellowed from downstairs.

Quinn grinned and yanked her door open.

"Quinn!" They spoke simultaneously again, and she hopped up and clung to the both of them.

"We've missed you too, Miss. CEO." Stephen laughed.