That evening, Elize was called again.
This time, the room carried weight.
Not neutral space.
Luca’s study.
And Enzo was already there.
Standing.
Waiting.
That alone changed the atmosphere.
Because Enzo didn’t wait in decision rooms unless instructed.
Luca didn’t waste time.
“You altered movement patterns today,” he said.
“Yes.”
“That creates instability,” he added.
“I call it adaptation,” Elize replied.
A pause.
Then Luca looked briefly at Enzo.
“Report.”
Enzo hesitated.
Then—
“She didn’t violate any direct instruction.”
Silence.
That mattered more than anything else said so far.
Because it confirmed a gap.
She hadn’t broken rules.
She had moved inside them.
Luca turned back to her.
“You’re learning the boundaries faster than expected,” he said.
“I assume that’s
