MIGUEL'S MANSION
Miguel’s phone buzzed in his pocket just as he finished reviewing some documents in his private study. He glanced at the screen—Lisa.
His brows lifted slightly. It wasn’t unusual for Lisa to call, but something about this felt different, it was weekend. He answered.
"Miss Moore."
"Miguel, I need to see you," she said, her voice steady but carrying an edge of urgency.
Miguel leaned back in his chair. It was strange that she called him by his first name and not Mr McGrath as usual, but he brushed it off. "Is this official or unofficial?"
"Unofficial," Lisa admitted.
"Where do you want to meet?" Miguel asked.
Lisa sighed. "I don’t mind. I can come to your house, or we can meet somewhere public," she said.
Miguel smirked. "You’re the one making the request, miss Moor
