Sonora, Northwest Mexico,
Five years ago…
"Sir...you're here...what...are you... doing...here?" Martinez, Alexander's personal assistant, asked in surprise, his voice faltering as he saw his boss step out of his BMW IX.
Alexander approached, removing his glasses as he walked.
"What do you mean by what I am doing here? This is my property, am I not allowed to visit it without your permission?" Alexander asked, his gaze fixed intently on Martinez.
Feeling intimidated by Alexander's intense gaze, Martinez swallowed nervously and nodded, attempting to conceal his nervousness.
"N-No, of course not, Sir," Martinez stammered, and Alexander's frown deepened as he surveyed the underdeveloped land around them.
"Why does the building still appear so unfinished despite the funds allocate
