Leon and Reina stood silently in front of a large, ornate door.
"So," Reina began, glancing at him with her usual cold expression, "do you understand everything expected of you throughout the day when serving Master Justin ?"
"Yes, ma'am," Leon replied, offering her a fake smile.
"Good." She handed him a polished silver plate covered with a lid. "He's waiting for you inside. This is his afternoon meal. Go and serve."
Leon gave a short nod, opened the door, and stepped inside, carefully closing it behind him.
"Hello, sir," he said, holding the plate. "I've brought your food."
Reina, without another word, turned around and walked away.
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Inside the room...
Justin looked up from the bed, startled. The book he was reading slipped from his hands.
"Leon," he said with a serious look in his eyes.
"Justin," Leon greeted him casually, placing the food on a nearby table before taking a seat in front of it.
"How are you doing?"
