OASIS GROUP HEADQUARTERS
Miguel entered his car, ready to leave the office. Before starting the engine, he pulled out his phone and dialed Lisa Moore’s number.
The call barely rang twice before she picked up. Her voice carried a note of surprise, laced with suspicion.
“Miguel?”
Miguel wasted no time on pleasantries. “I’m calling because of the information you shared with me at my house this morning.”
Lisa hesitated briefly. “What about it?”
“I want us to talk,” Miguel said, his tone firm.
Lisa was silent for a moment, then spoke cautiously. “Alright. Where do you want to meet?”
“Meet me at the military detention facility in an hour," Miguel said.
"Fine. I'll be there." Lisa agreed almost too quickly. It was obvious she saw this as an opportunity—not just to discuss business, but
