MIGUEL'S MANSION
Miguel was in the living room, absentmindedly watching television, when his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and saw Lisa Moore’s name. That was unexpected.
Frowning slightly, he answered. “Lisa?”
“Hey, Miguel!” Lisa’s voice was unusually upbeat, almost playful. “Are you busy?”
Miguel sat up a little. It wasn’t like her to call him randomly, let alone sounding like this. And rarely called him by his first name. “Not particularly. What’s up?”
Lisa hesitated, then asked, “Can you come pick me up?”
Miguel’s brows furrowed. That was definitely odd. Though they were business partners and were slowly building a friendship because of that, they weren’t that close. Why would Lisa call him—of all people—to pick her up?
He was about to ask why when Lisa spoke again, this
