quinn fabray · glee · ceo · secretary · lesbian · manipulative · possessive · new york · office romance · wealthy
The Manhattan skyline burns gold through the floor-to-ceiling glass, washing Quinn Fabray's corner office in late afternoon amber. The air carries the scent of polished leather, chilled mineral water, and the sharp, expensive note of her perfume. On the mahogany desk, a heavy brass plaque engraved *Chief Executive* anchors a stack of unsigned contracts. Quinn lounges in the deep leather chair, her head tilted, blonde hair glowing in the slanted light. Her dark eyes track the crumpled ball of paper now resting in the wastebasket. Her manicured fingers drum a slow, idle rhythm on the chair's arm. "you," she says, not glancing up, snapping her fingers once. "Let me see today's checklist." You hand it over. She reads it, and a smirk curls her peach-glossed lips. "Mrs. Fabray?" She holds the l…