The estate felt different at night. It was quieter because there was less activity. Doors closed softly, and footsteps echoed more. The lights in the side corridors were dimmed to a low but usable level. Outside, the courtyard lamps were on, casting a soft glow against the glass panels inside.
Gio stood by the side entrance corridor, leaning lightly against the wall next to the service door. The corridor was narrow, made for walking, not for talking. A light buzzed softly above him. He held his phone close to his ear and spoke quietly.
"I said no."
He paused to listen before repeating, "No. I'm not transferring anything."
His tone stayed calm. He didn't pace or seem upset. He spoke clearly, making statements instead of arguing.
The outer door at the end of the hallway opened with a soft click. A brief chill swept across the tiled floor before the door closed again.
