MIGUEL'S MANSION
Elisabeth lay on the bed in her room, holding her phone to her ear, waiting for Laura to pick up. After a few rings, Laura’s soft, soothing voice came through.
“Hello?” Laura said.
“Hi, Laura,” Elisabeth greeted warmly, her tone light. “I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a drink later. Somewhere nice.”
There was a brief pause before Laura replied, “Sure, that sounds lovely. I could use that to take a break from Miguel's men hanging around my house like I’m on house arrest or something,” Laura said in a casual tone.
Elisabeth laughed. “Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad. Anyway, I’ll text you the place. Does 5 PM work for you?”
“It’s perfect,” Laura said, her agreement making Elisabeth’s day.
“Awesome. See you then,” Elisabeth replied before hanging up.
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