MIGUEL'S GUEST HOUSE
Miguel held the phone to his ear, sounding relaxed despite how he felt at the moment.
"Ash, I need you to plant a bomb in one of Richard Johnson's warehouses," he said.
"Sneak it into the one where his new goods are going to be stacked," Miguel instructed.
On the other end of the line, Ash responded immediately. "Understood. I’ll get it done, Sir." Her voice was professional, with no sign of hesitation.
Miguel had always admired that about her—no questions, no complaints, just efficiency.
"And Ash," Miguel added, his voice softening slightly, "trigger it after the workers have left. No innocent people should pay for Richard's stupidity."
"I’ll make sure of it," Ash assured him.
"Thank you," Miguel said before ending the call.
The room fell silent, but it did
