𝐌𝐬. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

"𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍!" Nicole tries her best to understand Quinn's rushed sentences, not being able to pick up a thing.

Quinn was currently in her home, visibly shaken up by what had just happened forty-five minutes ago, not understanding how their worlds were able to align as they did.

"Okay, so start from the beginning- and breathe this time." Nicole urged Quinn to start over. And, taking a deep breath, she recited word for word what happened in her classroom after dismissal.

"You're lying-"

"On my soul, Nic! He really just pulled up on me." Quinn huffed, taking a seat at her dining table and powering on her Macbook.

Quinn surprisingly has a small office in her house, but it mostly houses her small collection of books. She was a stickler for keeping work at work and not bringing it home.

But this is going to have to be an exception.

"Ignacio Silva..." Quinn whispered to herself as she typed out his name in Google, her pinky finger hovering over the enter key, stalling to find out who the salacious man was.

"How could I have not realized-" Quinn inadvertently blocked out Nicole's words as her eyes widened at the results the search engine had given her, her mouth dropping at the words that followed after his name.

America's youngest Multi-Billionaire

"Holy shit! He's loaded!" Nicole screamed into the video call, most likely searching for the man up for herself.

"It was his birthday party, Nic..." Quinn's jaw dropped again at the short facts on the man.

"Ugh, a scorpio? You might as well off yourself now-"

"Nicccc," Quinn dragged out, rolling her eyes as she felt her face heat up from embarrassment.

She had willingly and embarrassingly begged this man to take her to a random room in a club on Saturday night. It also doesn't aid the feeling in her stomach that he–more than likely–has a wrap-sheet of women that has done the same thing she has.

"Quinn it's really not that bad, okay? Just interact with him as normal and see where this thing goes."

"Where this goes?" Quinn repeats out loud with a sour taste in her mouth, showing her antipathy of the sentiment. "This thing can't go anywhere! I'm his daughter's teacher!"

"You think that's stopped any of the bitches at Ridgewood? Imagine." Nicole laughed, feeling as though Quinn's reaction was a bit melodramatic.

For the next five minutes, Nicole was left trying to calm Quincy down from her entry-stage panic attack, the reason for hyperventilation fueled purely by embarrassment.