Next day Mussolini was already in place when Laval and Moreau stepped in.
Around him, aides stood silently, watching without speaking.
His posture was straighter than yesterday.
His uniform replaced with a civilian jacket, still sharp, but more political than martial.
It was a signal, today was not theater.
Today was business.
"You're early," Mussolini said, his voice low but firm.
"We're precise," Laval replied, sliding into his seat without missing a beat.
Moreau remained standing for a second longer, his eyes on Mussolini's.
He gave a polite nod, then sat.
He wasn't here for pleasantries.
And neither was Mussolini.
"You've made your positions clear," Mussolini began. "France wants stability. Unity. Diplomacy with training wheels. Admirable. But dull."
Laval let out a short, tired smile. "Peace is dull. Until it breaks."
