"Mrs. Fame, good morning! It's really tough to meet you," Skye Turner said in a pointed voice, thick with sarcasm.
Lissy Lock responded indifferently, "No matter how difficult, you've finally seen me, haven't you?"
"It's thanks to the security guard at the door with his little bit of insight. Otherwise, without your permission, I couldn't have entered," she said.
"This is my home. Whomever I want to invite in, or not, is my prerogative, isn't it?" Lissy was unresponsive to her, but the verbal counterattack was as strong as ever.
She wouldn't let Skye Turner have the upper hand.
"Yes, it is indeed your right." Skye Turner said standing in front of her, "You are playing the role of Mrs. Fame, Lissy. I wonder how long you can keep this up."
Lissy Lock gave her a once over: "Well, I have more rights to play the part of Mrs. Fame than you ever will. You reek of the joy of a mistress, haven't you felt it yourself? Or has nobody told you?"
