"Are you going somewhere?"
"Yes, I am." She responded.
"And this place doesn't have a name or location?" He asked impatiently.
Fiona swallowed hard, wondering why he felt upset and annoyed about seeing her leave.
"I'm going to my pack, Felix."
Felix raised a brow and folded his hand across his chest. "So you decided to leave and you can't even tell anyone about it?"
"No sir. I don't mean that I'm leaving. I'm just going there to get a few things." She paused to see that his expression had softened. "I would still return after getting them."
"Alright," He muttered, taking his hand which was folded across his chest and tucking it in his pocket. "Is it safe for you to go alone? I can send some security along with you."
Fiona smiled nervously and clutched her bag loosely. She didn't want anyone to know that she was going to the prison to carry out an investigation.
"I'd be safe. I'm going to my teenage home to get a few things."
