Drake turned his attention to the issues with Leslie, his much younger sister, after his unproductive conversation with his father. Despite their significant age gap Leslie felt closer to Drake, who had often been tasked with disciplining her. However, Leslie respected Drake's impartial nature. “I'm sorry, did the meaning of ‘go away’ change?” She asked.

Drake ignored her tone. "I expected your head to be shaved, from Mom's description." Leslie huffed, "Maybe I'll do that and tell Mom you suggested it." Drake sighed. "Leslie, help me understand what's going on. I've never been good with teenage angst. Come sit with me and help me try to understand what's going on.” “Why don't you start by understanding how fucked this city is,” she began as they sat together. “Girls are commodities, forced into silence and subservience. Mom constantly criticizes me for not giving in to the insanity. I'm tired of seeing girls in training heels, preparing for a life of oppression and other bullshit. Do you know I had to order these jeans online? In the few shops that sold women's pants and had them in my size, none of them would sell any to me unless I had dad's permission!” Drake paused, acknowledging the harsh realities of their city. "I know things are tough and this city is backwards, but Mom wants what's best for you, even if she's going about it wrong." “Trying to marry me off isn’t what’s best for me.”

"Marriage ensures your protection and allows you to start a family. I was already married to Victoria at your age." Drake said.

Leslie's voice rose. "If I were a boy, I'd have freedom. I don't want to be a bride; I want to join the syndicate. Dad doesn’t want Anton succeeding him - anyone with a brain knows that - and since you left, I'm the rightful heir." Drake shook his head. "Dad wouldn't entrust the business to you, regardless of gender. You wouldn't survive a day in the syndicate."

Leslie's eyes flashed, but she immediately regretted her next words. "I'm not like you! I wouldn't abandon our family." She fell silent, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry... I'm just so tired of this!" Drake pulled her into a side hug. "I know, kiddo. I can’t promise you a miracle, but I'll at least talk to Mom."

Leslie sniffled. "Thanks, Drake."