MIGUEL'S MANSION
Miguel sat on his bed in his room, his phone pressed to his ear as he leaned against the headboard. "Send me the pictures of the car before bringing it tomorrow," he said calmly. "I want to confirm everything first. It has to be perfect," he added.
The man on the other end of the line replied confidently, "Of course, Mr. McGrath. You won’t be disappointed. I'll send the pictures right after this call, and the car will be delivered early tomorrow as planned. You can trust us, sir."
Miguel nodded to himself. "Good. I appreciate it. Thank you."
Ending the call, he placed his phone on the bed and rubbed his temple. Before he could relax, a soft knock sounded at the door, followed by a voice.
"Can I come in, or are you plotting world domination?" Elizabeth’s teasing voice
