Lexa had to fight to control herself. She didn't like this slimy suited man, she didn't like the things he had to say, she didn't like the sleek black car or how he opened the door for her or how she had to sit next to him or how they [i]blindfolded her[/i]. She stewed in quiet anger the entire ride. 

They didn't remove the blindfold until they were standing in an elevator. Lexa watched the numbers flash over the door until the screen read PH. The elevator finally came to a stop and the doors slid open. Lexa walked forward into what looked like a wide open office. It was modern and well lit with huge, floor to ceiling windows. Lexa couldn't help a raised eyebrow to see that they'd all been blacked out. They'd taken precautions. 

Shirley sat behind an ornate desk at the far end of the room. Lexa stood her ground as the elevator doors closed behind her. She didn't say anything. Just watched him. He wanted her here. He could speak first.