The Quinn family was large and influential, their connections a tangled web. Although Peter Quinn was as insignificant a figure as they came, he still bore the Quinn surname. As long as he didn't go too far, most people were unwilling to argue with him. However, he was the type to take a mile when given an inch, often mistaking others' courtesy for fear and growing ever more brazen.
Who could possibly like a troublemaker with no self-awareness, the kind of person who gets carried away with the slightest bit of encouragement?
"Who are you?" Seraphina Sterling furrowed her brow, trying to place the man standing before her, who was as fat as a woman about to go into labor. But after racking her brain, she still couldn't figure out who he was or when they could have possibly crossed paths.
"The name's Quinn. Peter Quinn! Ever heard of me?" Peter Quinn said with immense pride, jabbing a thumb at his chest as if the Quinn surname was the most impressive thing in the world.
