MIGUEL'S GUEST HOUSE
Miguel leaned back in his chair with his phone pressed to his ear, listening as Ash’s voice came through.
"I've secured the invitation code. Check your email," Ash informed him, her voice confident. She had that familiar tone—the one she always used when she was particularly proud of her resourcefulness.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Miguel's lips. Ash had a way of getting things done when she set her mind to it. That was one of the many reasons he kept her close. She was crafty, relentless, and loyal to a fault.
“Good work, Ash,” Miguel replied “I knew you’d pull through.”
“I’ll make sure everything is ready for tomorrow,” she added.
Miguel thanked her before ending the call. His fingers brushed across the edge of the phone, a small sense of satisfaction
