"The money on the table is yours," he said.
She looked at the folded bills, sharp edges and weight confirming reality.
"There's a room prepared for you. Mateo will show you." His hand lingered for a fraction of a second on the doorframe. "Tonight, you sleep. Tomorrow, we talk business."
He was already turning when she spoke.
"You felt it." Her voice was low, steady, not a challenge, just a statement she needed to leave in the room before it closed. "When your hand..." She paused, steadied herself. "...you felt my abdomenal bump."
The silence that followed stretched exactly three seconds. She counted.
He did not turn.
"Sleep, Daniella."
