OASIS GROUP HEADQUARTERS
Miguel sat at his office flipping through a report left on his desk for review. There was a light knock interrupting his concentration.
Nora, his secretary, entered the room. She was smartly dressed, as always, her hair tied up in a neat bun, eyes focused.
"Someone is here to see you, sir," she said, her voice was professional.
Miguel didn’t look up at first, he was still focused on the paperwork in front of him. "Who is it?"
Nora was silent for the briefest of moments. "Richard Johnson," she said.
Miguel's fingers paused over the papers, gripping the edge of the report a little tighter. He lifted his gaze to meet hers, and for a fraction of a second, his expression changed.
Nora stood, silently waiting for her boss' response. She could see the change in h
