She slammed her door after being sent inside by Leonard. The past few weeks had felt like hell; a particular type of prison, a golden prison, that feeds on luxury and silence. What did he want from her exactly? Every attempt to play the dutiful wife had only been met with cold, calculated distance. And now, the FCC was breathing down her neck more than ever. They wanted details, they wanted evidence, they wanted more from her, and she didn't have anything, she was being protective of her husband, the father of her child.
The FCC were already disappointed in how little she had managed to uncover, and Leonard's increasing unavailability only made things worse. Skye sat on the edge of the bed, fists clenched, staring blankly at the walls of her room. Her phone beeped on the night stand, the only thing breaking the stillness, it was Arianna.
Arianna: "We need to meet, alone and urgently."
