As Lucy and Bettie approached the seating area, he motioned toward the couches with an open hand.
"You may have a seat."
Edgar's tone was cordial, almost welcoming. Then, as if remembering something, he paused.
"Ah, yes. Before I forget."
He tapped his earpiece lightly, there was a blue glow indicating an active connection.
"Antonio, come in."
A moment later, the door opened and a man in a fitted suit stepped inside. His dark glasses reflected nothing and he had no expression on his face.
"Antonio," Edgar said calmly, with his gaze still on leaving Lucy and Bettie, "make sure there is nothing on them."
He turned back to the two women, who stared at him with hardened expressions.
"I'm sure you both understand," he added. "Given the… circumstances between myself and Stark Industries, I would prefer to avoid any recordings of what is said here."
Lucy's mouth pressed into a thin line, but she nodded. And with that, they both obliged.
