The door shuts behind you with a solid click,

Not locked. But not exactly welcoming either

Bobby doesn't turn around right away.

He's focused on the intel board-shipping manifests, satellite photos, names circled in red. Aristotle's empire mapped out in cold precision.

Finally, he speaks

Bobby:

"You walk out that door. I make one call-and you disappear into a cell so deep even your old friends won't find you."

He turns then, arms crossed, eyes sharp and unreadable.

Bobby:

"Or..you stay. You help me bring Papadopoulos down. Full cooperation." A beat.

Bobby (lower, controlled) "Don't confuse this with mercy. This is leverage."