ISAAC BROWN'S OFFICE
Isaac Brown was in his office, reviewing a stack of documents. His focus was absolute until a knock disrupted the silence.
“Come in,” he said distractedly, not bothering to look up.
The door creaked open, and a voice floated in—calm but sharp. “Hello, Isaac.”
Isaac’s pen froze. His head jerked up, and his heart skipped a beat. There, standing in the doorway, was Miguel, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
“What’s the matter?” Miguel asked as he stepped inside, his voice filled with mockery. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Isaac quickly composed himself, though the initial shock lingered in his eyes. “What are you doing here?” he snapped, his voice harsher than intended. He knew the worst thing to do was to
