Matteo straightened slowly, adjusting the sleeves of his jacket. "Actually," he murmured, glancing toward the door, "you don't need to move. I'll send someone."
Felix tilted his head. "Someone?"
Matteo gave a quiet smirk, walking toward the door. "Let's just say… I don't go many places unprotected."
He opened the door partway.
Two guards stood just outside—tall, sharply dressed in discreet suits, their posture unreadable.
They didn't move when the door opened, but their attention snapped to Matteo the second he stepped out.
He spoke in a calm, low voice.
"One of you—go down to the cafeteria. Ask for whatever's fresh. Chicken, rice, fruit if they have. Something warm and easy to chew. And water, not cold."
The first man nodded once. "Yes, sir." He was already moving.
Matteo turned slightly. "And find something sweet. He's been through enough. Something small."
The second man remained at his post as Matteo closed the door again.
