Chapter 11: Harper Industries

QUINN'S POV

By Thursday, I'd recovered from my cold and I felt a hundred percent better. As I walked into the human resources office at Harper Industries, stylishly dressed in my new blue wrap dress and black Jimmy Choo heels, I felt ready to face the day.

Three days ago I'd cursed the world and everyone in it. Today, I almost felt like I belonged. And I wanted to prove I belonged at Harper Industries. I needed to show Ford it wasn't a mistake to put his trust in me.

I spent over an hour in the office with the manager of human resources. I had nothing to show her, so I had to recreate my resume and list of references. I'd have to remember to get a new driver's license, too. I'd given the appropriate two weeks' notice at my last job and I'd left on good terms. I felt confident my former boss would vouch for me.

Mrs. Garza, the HR manager, assured me the resume and references were only a formality and that the title of Commodities Trader already belonged to me. But I didn't want the pos