OASIS GROUP HEADQUARTERS
Miguel's office
Martin West walked into Miguel’s office without knocking. The door had been left slightly ajar, like Miguel already knew he was coming. There was no handshake. No pleasantries. Just a silent, charged stare from across the room.
Miguel barely looked up from a file on his desk before gesturing lazily at the chair in front of him.
“Sit.”
Martin didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room and sat down, back straight, his eyes fixed on Miguel’s face with icy intent.
Miguel met his gaze. “I doubt you asked for this meeting just to sit there and stare at me. So, get to the point.”
Martin let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “I was just admiring your confidence. Calling this meeting in your own office, like a man with absolutely nothing to hide. Bold, consid
