Offer the resort amenities

You step forward, smoothly inserting yourself between Skylar’s bitter industry complaints and Paige’s visibly deflating posture.

“Look, Skylar, if the couple’s content is on pause for the moment, you don’t have to consider the whole weekend a total wash,” you say, your voice rich with easygoing hospitality as you redirect her focus. “This resort is completely yours for the weekend, which means you have total, unbothered access to our top-tier private amenities. If I were you, I’d take the chance to completely recharge. Hit the private stone hot tub on the back deck, or let Lauren arrange a private massage for you. That way, once Jaxson is healed, you’ll both be refreshed and ready to hit the ground running for your next big shoot.”

Skylar freezes. She slowly turns her head toward you, her ice-blue eyes narrowing into a look of absolute, cold amusement as a harsh, cynical laugh bubbles out of her throat.

“Recharge for Jaxson? Are you actually serious right now?” Skylar scoffs, her slow, deliberate vocal fry dripping with pure, unadulterated venom as she leans back into the leather armchair. She runs a manicured hand through her blonde waves, rolling her eyes so hard it looks painful. “Let me tell you something, guide bro. After that pathetic, embarrassing little performance up on the ridge? Jax’s limp dick is literally never getting near me again. He completely broke under a little bit of mud, cried like a literal toddler in front of the paramedics, and ruined a multi-thousand-dollar weekend.”

She snatches her phone back off the cushion, her thumb instantly resuming its rapid, aggressive scrolling. “As far as I’m concerned, his brand is entirely toxic now. He can stay in that poduck hospital as long as he wants. I’m staying right here, and I’m going to figure out how to salvage my own numbers without him.”

An incredibly heavy, awkward silence drops over the cabin. Paige looks down at her hands, her cheeks burning bright crimson as she tries to shrink into the corner by the stove, while Lauren stands frozen near the kitchenette, her eyes wide as she absorbs the jaw-dropping coldness of Skylar’s complete lack of empathy.