OASIS GROUP HEADQUARTERS
Miguel sat at his desk, focused on a detailed report, when the ring of his office phone broke through the silence.
RING!
He glanced at the caller ID and sighed. It was Nora, his secretary.
“Yes?” he answered.
“Sir, Mrs. Alice Brown is here to see you,” she said.
Miguel’s brows furrowed immediately. He froze for just a moment before exhaling deeply, irritation flickering in his dark eyes. Alice Brown. Of all people.
“Let her in,” he said sharply, ending the call.
The phone clicked back into its receiver, and Miguel sat back, his jaw tightening. Alice’s presence could only mean trouble, and he already had a pretty good idea of what she wanted. He rubbed his temples briefly before steeling himself. Whatever game she was here to play, he wouldn’t let her win.
