"Can she hear this conversation?"
I looked at Yuna.
"No."
"Good."
One word.
But it didn’t imply relief.
More like confirming that a protocol was proceeding according to plan.
I tapped the table lightly with my finger.
"One more thing."
"Go ahead."
"Is there anything else you’ve taken care of without my knowledge?"
Silence.
Not a nervous silence.
A measured silence.
Then the answer came.
"Everything necessary so as not to inconvenience you."
A polite phrase.
But it carried weight.
I almost smiled.
"The definition of ’inconvenience’ is relative."
"I tried to adhere to your standards."
I raised an eyebrow slightly.
"My standards?"
"Minimum intervention. Maximum stability."
He said calmly.
As if he knew exactly what kind of person I was.
I looked at Yuna again.
She still wasn’t looking at me.
"An interesting observation," I said.
"Observation is my job."
Of course.
A lawyer.
I didn’t need to ask.
It was obvious.
"Let’s get one thing straight," I said. "I didn’t ask for any of this to happen to me."
"Yes."
"But I am also not going to reject what has already happened."
"Yes."
"We are in agreement that the priority is Yuna."
"That has been the point from the very beginning."
His reply was quick.
No openings.
No emotional undertone.
Just facts.
"I thank you."
The sentence was spoken in the exact same tone as his previous ones.
Not warm.
Not cold.
Just a technical response.