"Mr McDonald," Adelle said, coming out of her office. She stopped short at the sight of him, but, ever the professional, didn't question, and instead, gestured into her office. "Would you like some tea? Or perhaps something stronger?"
Lindsey followed her into the stylishly decorated office. He took a seat on the couch. "Something a little stronger, I think."
Adelle nodded, closing the door behind him. She walked over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of scotch and a tumbler. She placed some ice into the tumbler, than filled the glass a quarter way, and took it over to him.
Lindsey took a sip, wincing as the alcohol hit his split lips.
Adelle waited patiently, before asking, "What can I help you with?"
Lindsey swallowed, tasting blood from his lips. "I need you to release Faith from her contract."
Adelle nodded, thinking that over. "And why is that? She signed herself over to us for five years, Mr McDonald."
"She wasn't in full control of her mind," Lindsey replied. "She didn't know what she was signing up for."
"On the contrary," Adelle said. "She seemed very lucid at the time. She understood exactly what I explained to her."
Lindsey shook his head, draining the tumbler of scotch. He coughed, holding his stomach. "I'm going to be honest here... Faith's family discovered that I helped her into this program. And they weren't happy."
He pointed at his injuries.
"I sympathise, of course," Adelle replied. "But our contracts are very - "
"I didn't want to pull this card," Lindsey said, shrugging, then making a face at the pain that caused. "Her family is willing to go public about this place. I will go public about this place. I have nothing but respect for you, Ms DeWitt - "
"It certainly sounds like it," Adelle replied acidly.
"My hands are tied," Lindsey said, holding his hands up. "I really do hate to play this card, but my former employers, Wolfram and Hart - "
Adelle's face paled at that. "Of course we would not want to lose them as financial backers."
"So I'll be needing Faith released from her contract," Lindsey repeated. "The bad press would not do you any favours."
Adelle thought about that for a long moment. "Leave it with me, Mr McDonald."
Her tone was curt and her eyes were cold as she spoke, and Lindsey looked at his empty glass.
"I will need her by tomorrow," Lindsey replied.
"Leave it with me."