<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">(Atomic Blondes post) </span><br/><br/><br/>Quinn would be lying if she said he didn't frighten her, especially in that moment as his voice raised and he stared her down with his icy eyes. She squeezed her eye shut as he shook her in the chair violently, finding it hard to focus on anything at that moment and she held her breath. She was going to die, in this moment she was sure of it. As her world stopped shaking she cautiously opened her eyes again but she felt his hand before she saw it coming, feeling the firm pressure push down into her throat and she felt the panicked butterflies begin to rise up from her chest, fighting to escape from her lips.<br/><br/>She almost let them out, almost letting out the quiet squeak of terror that she was sure he was looking for but she didn't...instead she swallowed it back down with a few semi-calm breaths as she listened to him lecture her. Although she was glad that he appeared to calm down slightly, speaking more so than yelling at her now. Maybe it was the adrenalin that had coursed through her veins multiple times that day, or maybe it was something deep down within herself, crawling back up from her past. But regardless of how afraid she was, at that moment, his firm grip on her throat, contrasted by the ever so softness of his breath and lips on her throat and intimacy of how close he was to her...she felt something more than fear churn in the pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>Quinn almost felt herself lean in towards his touch as his finger dragged along her face but she resisted, what was wrong with her...dear god it had been oh so long of a day, she wasn't thinking straight anymore. It was a relief to her when he let go of her and backed off, not just because she didn't think she was going to die in that instant but she needed to get away from him and his magnetic pull.<br/><br/>She almost gasped for air as she sat up, feeling the chair return to how it had been before and she was now struggling to keep her calm and collected composure, her hands were shaking and she couldn't bring herself to touch the gun in her lap. She had no reason to save the scumbag on the screen behind him, he sounded like he was getting what he deserved, she just didn't want to be the person to make that choice on how his life needed to end. She couldn't listen to his taunting anymore and instead of holding her ground she leaned forward in the chair, her head falling into her shaking hands as she pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes, blocking out the crazy look on his face. As she rested her elbows carefully on her knees the gun he had tossed at her had slid between her thighs and clattered to the ground at her feet noisily.<br/><br/>"What am I doing here..." she muttered quietly before taking two deep breaths, needing to give her brain a moment to think, it felt overwhelmed and overloaded. Suddenly she looked up again, letting her hands drop as she sat up a bit taller but her face read nothing but exhaustion, even maybe slightly broken, at least for this very moment in time.<br/><br/>"You just said it yourself....you brought me here to create art with you and craft something....not destroy everything. That's all you've faced me with today, is destroying things." She sighed heavily and shook her head at him, "You know I was warned multiple times, before I even stepped foot in that job interview that this was a bad idea, and since that moment I have tried to be completely open minded, and I have put up with a lot of shit from Dallas before even having to meet you. But any normal human being that is placed in a situation to end someone's life....not once, but three times in the span of 24 hours is going to have a breaking point. This is my breaking point and if that isn't okay for you or your company then I guess that's just fine with me....do what you will Mr. Prentis, but that's my decision."<br/><br/>Quinn of course was extremely worried about the outcome of her speech, but she had a line and this was it. Her heart pounded as she waited in anticipation for his response, her body unmoving in the chair as she stared at him. At least her hands had somewhat stopped shaking, at least visibly.