Time blurred as the conversation unfolded, with most of the talking carried by Vega, Amara, and Anthony. Klaus, as usual, remained reserved, only interjecting every so often with a word or two, his presence felt more through silence than speech.
The tranquil flow of their discussion was broken when the door to the dining room opened. Jenna, ever graceful, entered with her food trolley, which now stood empty. Her movements were delicate, polished by years of service, as she crossed the floor toward the table. With precise elegance, she began clearing the dishes, her motions almost soundless, transferring each plate carefully onto the trolley.
Klaus's voice cut through the quiet with calm ease, though laced with something deliberate beneath the surface.
