He leaned slightly forward now, his voice dropping lower not whispering, but suddenly heavier, like every word weighed more.
"However," he said, "I have one purpose for coming here today."
Robert's fingers stopped drumming on the table. His focus had now become absolute.
"And that purpose is very clear.
Oliver didn't blink. His eyes held firm.
"I don't want you to beat around the bush or take what I'm about to say lightly no vague interpretations, no second-guessing. Take it very seriously."
He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward just a bit more, resting both hands on his knees now.
"Because I don't usually visit anybody," he said. "But when I do? When I take that step? That person should know it is extremely serious."
A heavy pause filled the room. The air seemed to press tighter between them.
"So now," Oliver said slowly, locking eyes with Robert, "I'm telling you Robert this is serious."
