Joanna simply nodded. "Okay."
They stepped back.
Lukas turned again.
And walked in.
Marco and Javi followed.
The door closed behind them.
The suite was expansive.
Not just large—but layered.
A wide living space opened immediately, with floor-to-ceiling windows stretching along one side, overlooking the city. Munich's lights spread out below, distant now, softened by height. The interior was a blend of modern design and understated luxury—neutral tones, clean lines, materials that didn't shout their value but carried it anyway.
A long table sat to one side, set with drinks, untouched.
And near the center—
a man sat.
Composed.
Still.
Waiting.
He rose as they entered.
Measured.
Confident.
Khaldoon Al Mubarak.
