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Miguel was buried in paperwork at his office when his phone rang on his desk.
RING!
He glanced at the screen—Ash. His gut told him this wasn’t just a routine call.
He picked up immediately. "Yeah, Ash, what’s up?"
Her voice was tense. "We just got the report back."
Miguel straightened in his chair, his grip on the phone tightening. "And?"
"Cole’s crash wasn’t an accident," Ash said. "His brakes were tampered with."
Miguel stilled. His breath hitched for just a second before his expression hardened. "Are you sure?"
"I'm very sure, sir. The results are right in front of me," Someone deliberately messed with the brake system. It wasn’t just a failure—it was sabotage."
Miguel exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair as his mind raced. Someone wanted Cole
