OASIS GROUP HEADQUARTERS
Ash stepped into the office, her posture crisp, her eyes scanning Miguel as if trying to read his mood before he even spoke. She saluted sharply. “You asked to see me, sir.”
Miguel didn’t look up immediately. He was leaning over a file on his desk, flipping through a few pages with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Then he finally raised his eyes and nodded. “Yes. I want you to gather everything we have on Martin West—his current whereabouts, his movements, anyone he's been in contact with since his escape. Everyone.”
Ash blinked. For the slightest second, her stance faltered. She hadn’t expected this. Not from him. Not now.
“You want me to… gather intel?” she asked, carefully.
Miguel’s eyes didn’t waver. “Yes. That’s what I said.”
Ash hesitated again, her jaw tigh
