Alexander and Jack followed Laus into a room that was accessible only to shop employees and the owner.
Inside the rectangular room partitioned with wooden panels stood a small work desk that Alexander assumed belonged to Laus. In front of it was a floating, semi-circular corner sofa paired with a long rectangular table—clearly intended for guests who came to discuss business matters with him.
Although the room was relatively small, its neat arrangement eliminated any sense of cramped space. Instead, it exuded an elegant and professional atmosphere, one that left Alexander quietly satisfied with the character of the man he suspected to be his biological son.
"Please, have a seat," Laus said, gesturing toward the sofa. His movements were fluid as he retrieved several glasses from a small rack in the corner of the room.
Alexander and Jack sat down calmly, their eyes occasionally drifting around the room, observing every detail.
