#troywindsor

"Suspended?!" Maddox repeats, incredulous and not at all subtle about it. Besides, the AG's office is certainly large enough to house his loud reaction. It's fresh off the worst masquerade since that poorly executed one in Germany, somewhere in the late 2010's. Amidst the headlines, there's Channel 212's expose aptly depicting how there is no Hope for the Hope's following the government quick and breezy shut down of Sebastian Hope's case. Maddox's words said in some bar, a dozen drinks in, printed in bold and immortalized for the world to see. "For having an opinion? Since when did this office condone censorship." He knows why Troy's doing this, knows how precious the government's reputation has become as of late. But call it privilege, or having everything go his way most of the time, but Maddox reacts with immediate disbelief.

Most of the time it was Breslin who'd deal with certain people, but there were times when the deputy mayor would make her push. Right then and there it wasn't just her reality of that job tied to her, but something much further that brought her there. Perhaps the ever-pressing and constant assaults on people's privacy and safety had bothered the brunette. There was some irony in the fact that the hacker masking as a public figure would find herself bothered by the situation at hand, but there were the recent fires and so much more that she had yet to fully grasp beyond what was known.

Tonight, that very night, she was simply the deputy mayor. Much unlike the rest of the crowd Leah walked through life with a mask permanently fixed in place, felt most at home at an occasion like this and still felt the need to walk about, chatting with people here and there. Smalltalk about the most random topics, from city planning to the most mundane of things.

Whether it was her inner cynic or someone who was growing ever more fed up with the world around her, that day she needed anything but the walls of her office. Desired a change of scenery even if that was only to step out of what she considered the new normal. "I figured this might be a little nicer than the four walls either of us called an office at some point."

After the last few months, given everything, Valeria had been glad not to be chasing a ghost only for the twist of fate to throw her right back into a ghost hunt. And just like that she found herself sitting in front of troy at her dining room table. Her hand motioned for the couch, should he want to take a seat there. "Is this going to be on or off record?" A private conversation or one that came with the job.