She's a maid, not a CEO

Do you have the right to?

Quinn smirked as she silently sipped on her glass of wine.

She wanted their gazes to meet. Only then would the show be more spectacular...

The thought hardly left her mind, when Kathleen suddenly raised her head.

Their gazes met!

Kathleen was surprised, and it clearly showed on her face.

She excused herself and walked over to the table where Quinn was sitting.

"What are you doing here? Do you think this is a get-together for maids?" Kathleen had a look of mockery on her face.

Quinn didn't say a word.

Her lack of reaction irked Kathleen...

"I'm talking to you!" She tried to keep her voice as low as possible.

"And what am I supposed to do?" Quinn finally raised her head to meet with Kathleen's gaze.

"How did you get in here? Let me guess, you are fucking a sleazy old man." Kathleen sneered.

What was she after all? A cheap slut!

"Is that so? How did you guess?" Quinn questioned with a serious look on her face.

"It isn't so hard to. You would easily open your leg