**Benedict's POV**

I got them out of the corridor before security decided the noise was a problem. I know angry siblings and I know Mara could get a little more crazy.

A private lounge two floors down - glass, quiet, the kind of room people used when money needed privacy more than comfort. Mara walked in stiff and furious. Katherine followed with the look she wore when she had already decided the next five moves. I closed the door and stayed near it, not in the center of them.

Mara glanced at me and let out a short, sharp breath. "What is this? Are you this jobless or now a...