After nearly twenty minutes of waiting, a knock finally sounded on the lounge door.
“Come in.” Diana said indifferently.
The door to the room opened and a middle-aged man wearing a clean white chef's uniform walked in. He was not tall, one meter six at most, with a wrinkled national face and a slightly chubby build, looking like someone who had been in a state of prolonged stress and anxiety.
“I'm Leon, what do you two want from me?” His voice was a little cautious, his eyes quickly scanning the room.
Diana raised an eyebrow slightly and gave a wink to Bruce, who immediately stood up in understanding and quietly walked behind Leon, blocking his retreat.
Leon turned around alertly, his face suddenly changing, “What do you want?”
Diana pulled out her ID, her voice low and serious: “I a
