The office hummed with a muted, professional energy, morning sunlight pooling across the polished expanse of Matteo's desk.
He leaned back in his chair, the cool leather a familiar sensation, and let the room's silence settle around him like a protective shield.
A soft, precise knock broke the quiet. "Come in," Matteo called, his voice measured and calm.
The door opened to reveal Bianca, clipboard in hand, her heels clicking a soft, efficient rhythm on the hardwood floor. "Sir," she began, her tone professional yet warm, "the warehouse report you requested."
Matteo straightened, his gaze sharpening as he accepted the clipboard. "Thank you, Bianca. Walk me through it."
She moved closer, her finger tracing the lines of figures and charts with deliberate care. "Inventory levels are stable across all sites. Delivery schedules are largely on track, though Site Three experienced a minor delay last week—attributed to external supplier issues."
