At that moment, Jerry's face remained calm, unreadable.
He leaned slightly back in his chair, glanced toward the kitchen to see if his order was coming,
and then slowly turned his eyes to Damien—quiet, level, unmoved.
Without raising his voice, he said:
"I don't have any business with you."
He paused briefly.
"You don't have any business with me either.
So just… go."
His words were blunt, dry.
"I don't care what you want to say," Jerry added with a shrug.
"I don't care what you're saying."
He motioned with his hand toward the exit.
"You can go and do your thing.
Whatever it is.
It's none of my business."
Then Jerry picked up the cutlery beside his untouched plate,
glanced at it, and calmly placed it back down.
"But if you're not going," he added, "then say whatever it is you're dying to say."
IAt that moment Penelope ended the call with a click and slowly lowered the phone from her ear.
