Fashion Victims Ep. 1.27

Gio waited outside the front gates of the prison, watching for Barbi. He had no idea why Layla had sent him, but he wasn't exactly comfortable. Barbi may not have attacked Kurt, but he wasn't a hundred percent positive that the woman was sane. Still, Layla gave him the job and the check, and at this point, in this world, he couldn't say no to any check.
He saw that shock of white blonde hair moving in the distance. It wasn't as well kept as usual, but it was without a doubt, Barbi's. Finally she was close enough where the rest of her features came into view.
She looked like hell.
She spotted the car and walked to the passanger side door quickly. He half expected her to dive inside the car screaming at him to get out of there before they caught her.
Instead she quietly got inside, gave the prison one last glance, then looked at him.
"Get me the hell out of here." She sounded exactly like the old Barbi.
He did as he was told, driving down the gravel driveway, a small cloud of dust billowing behind the Range Rover he had been lent for the task.
"Kurt's okay." He didn't look at her as he spoke. "He's going to be in pain for a little while, but there was no major damage."
"Good." Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion. Her eyes were narrowed. She wasn't in that car with him mentally.
When he handed her the envelope she snapped back to reality.
"What's this?" She ripped the envelope open, pulling out a short, one page letter.
"You're not going to like it." He braced himself.
He knew what she was reading. She was now being informed that, due to the pending legal issues, as well as the bad press that Barbi would be put on a "long term vacation" until all matters regarding the murder of Eve and the attack on Kurt were resolved. This was all per the board.
She didn't speak, she just opened the window and tossed the letter out. Her face began to scrunch up, and then she released the loudest, highest shriek Gio had ever heard in his life.
"Son of a bitch!" She slammed her fist into the dashboard. "Who is it? Whose replacing me?"
He was almost scared to speak, but he was more scared of what might happen if he didn't tell her.
"Layla." His voice was soft, his body still ready for an attack.
She looked at him, the shock obvious in her eyes, then she undid her seat belt, pulled open the car door and attempted to exit the moving vehicle.
Gio grabbed her arm, yanking her back into her seat quickly. He didn't want to have to make that phone call back to the office.
"It'll be okay Barbi." He kept his hold of her arm. "It'll be okay."
She yanked her arm free.
"Gio, sweetheart, we're all screwed." Then she leaned back, closed her eyes, and didn't speak for the rest of the ride.