His grip on her arm was slowly wearing on her nerves. Mattie had already told him she would follow and not try and run, to do so now would be foolish. She quietly followed and entered Mr. Blackstone's office, her eyes quickly taking in all around her to see what sort of person he was. Had she been giving it more attention she would see that it said a lot, but as far as Mattie was concerned it just looked nice with all the dark wood with one chair horribly out of place, if it could even be considered a chair.<br/><br/>Madison stood in front of his desk, eyeing the chair with trepidation. Something told her that she wasn't meant to simply sit in it. "If it's alright I would prefer to stand Mr. Blackstone. What did you wish to speak to me about?" she asked quietly, her arms folding across her stomach and gripping the opposite elbow protectively.