OASIS GROUP HEADQUARTERS
Miguel sat at his desk, focused on his computer when his phone buzzed.
BUZZ!
A message from Bridget appeared: “I’m on my way to your office.”
He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I totally forgot,” he muttered. He quickly called the security office.
“I’m expecting Miss Bridget,” Miguel said. “Grant her access when she arrives.”
“Noted, sir,” the security officer replied before ending the call.
Miguel sat up in his chair, trying to focus on his work, but a sense of unease crept over him. He wasn’t sure what Bridget wanted, but her presence was rarely without complications. For some reason, he could also hear Elizabeth's voice in his head, telling him it was a bad idea.
Minutes later, a knock echoed on his door.
“Come in,” he called.
The door opene
