OASIS GROUP HEADQUARTERS
Miguel’s office phone rang, pulling his attention away from the documents on his screen. Without looking away, he reached for the receiver.
“Sir,” came Nora’s voice. “Miss Lisa Moore is here to see you.”
Miguel’s fingers stilled on the keyboard. He hadn’t scheduled a meeting with Lisa. His brows furrowed slightly as he processed the unexpected visit, but his hesitation lasted only a moment.
“Let her in,” he said, leaning back in his chair.
A few seconds later, the door opened, and Lisa walked in with the effortless grace she always carried herself with. She wore a pristine white, elegantly tailored short dress that hugged her figure in all the right places. Paired with black heels and a matching handbag, her outfit was both sophisticated and striking.
Miguel
