Julian walked over to a sleek, integrated communication panel on the wall. He pressed a single button, his expression shifting into a cold, professional mask.
"Lily," he said, his voice dropping into an authoritative tone. "Send lunch for two up to the penthouse at The Royale. Something high-protein, light on the seasoning. And I want those antioxidant shots Dr. Aris mentioned. Have them here in fifteen minutes."
He paused, glancing over his shoulder at Lyvana, who was watching him with wary eyes.
"Also," he continued, "move all my afternoon meetings. Clear my schedule until three. I have a personal matter that requires my full attention."
He cut the connection before his assistant could utter a word of protest.
A few minutes later, a discreet knock sounded at the double doors. A young man in a crisp uniform entered, pushing a gold service trolley.
On it sat two tiers of white containers embossed with a minimalist silver logo: L'Oiseau Bleu.
