"Reeve, I have him," Stanley announced, his sharp gaze tracking Kalix's calm, almost indifferent demeanor.
Kalix didn't flinch. He gave a curt nod and strolled toward his desk with unhurried steps.
"Anything else?" His tone was flat, almost bored.
Stanley frowned, unsettled by the lack of reaction. "That's it? You're not even going to ask what he said?" There was disbelief in his voice.
Something was off about this meeting — an undercurrent Stanley couldn't quite place. He'd expected Kalix to interrogate him, maybe even explode, but instead he was detached… almost as if he'd already known the outcome.
Kalix didn't answer right away. Silence stretched between them, deliberate and heavy, until the office door swung open.
"I brought what you asked for, Kalix," Roger's voice broke the stillness — but he halted when he spotted Stanley.
"Oh, you're back." A faint smile touched Roger's lips. "Didn't think we'd see you again so soon."
Crossing the room, he handed Kalix a thick file.
