"You solved it."
Lyra's voice carried quiet surprise.
Andres nodded.
"Yes."
"No new suppliers. No visible adjustments."
A pause.
"…Yet no disruptions."
She stepped closer.
"…How?"
Andres met her gaze.
"…Control."
That answer wasn't complete.
But it wasn't false.
Lyra studied him for a long moment.
Then—
"…I trust you."
The words were quiet.
But heavy.
Andres didn't respond immediately.
Because trust—
Was more dangerous than suspicion.
"…Then I won't break it," he said.
And for the first time—
That wasn't strategy.
It was intention.