In the dining room, Salvatore stood alone by the large refrigerator. He had taken off his suit jacket, and his white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar.
He knew everyone was already asleep by now. Some guards who saw him offered him something, but he just waved them off.
He reached into the fridge and pulled out a heavy ceramic bowl filled with leftover meat stew. He grabbed a smaller bowl and scooped some into it.
He walked to the microwave and placed the bowl inside, setting the timer. While the machine hummed, he grabbed a loaf of crusty bread and a knife, cutting several thick slices.
The sound of footsteps on the marble floor made him look up. Felix walked into the room, his expression tense. He watched Salvatore for a few seconds before speaking.
"You're still here?" Salvatore asked. He didn't look at Felix, his focus returning to the bread.
