Calls

"Oh, Max."

Diana, caught off guard by the directness of the conversation, responded, "No, I haven't gone to his room."

"Give him the utmost attention. He must come round as soon as possible."

The weight of Francisco's words hung in the air, and Diana replied with a simple, "Yes."

Her stunned manner reflected the unexpected nature of the conversation.

"Just who do you want to come round?"

The atmosphere in the mansion shifted as Max's voice reverberated through the room. Buttoning his shirt, he descended the stairs with a nonchalant demeanor. Diana instinctively averted her gaze, but as Max approached, he turned to face her with a frigid gaze that seemed to lack any sentiment.

Francisco, engrossed in his laptop, seemed unfazed by Max's entrance.

"We were speaking of you, Max. How are you feeling now?" he inquired, maintaining a composed tone.

"Me?"

Max feigned ignorance, adding, "What has happened to me?"

With a casual glance towards Diana, Francisco said, "I've heard you're