The Company's Mistake

The Company's Mistake

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Hi, I’m Quinn Tansey, my back story is complicated, I’ll tell you as much as I can along the way, basically, when I was seven my mother died and my father left us, me and my brothers I mean, they are four years older than me so when I was fourteen they both left, getting jobs at this place called The Company, I was stuck with my uncle and his three kids, his two daughters treated me like hell, I hated it, but Uncle Max treated me like his own daughter. He also had two sons, Ashton, he was a year older than me and one of my best friends, and Nathaniel, an adorable little six year old. When I was eighteen I moved to England and spent the first year with my brothers, now I’m nineteen and I also work for the company, along with my closest friend Scarlett. Ashton and I still text all the time, and some of my old friends, who are mostly guys from Ashton’s team, but that is not this story, this is about how I went from being a member of The Company to dating one of the most famous guys in the world. (A/N. The Company is a practically invisible company designed to do everything from security to stopping terrorist attacks to going out to the highest bidder to get info or even kill a target, all okayed by the UK government *all made up*)
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