OASIS GROUP HEADQUARTERS
Miguel was in his office when the door burst open, slamming against the wall with a sharp thud. Malcolm Moore barged in, his face red with fury. Behind him, Nora, Miguel’s secretary, scurried in, looking flustered and apologetic.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Nora stammered, trying to block Malcolm’s path. “I tried to—”
Miguel casually looked up from the document in front of him. He raised a hand, calm and controlled.
“It’s fine, Nora,” he said, his voice even. “Let him speak.”
Nora hesitated, clearly reluctant, but eventually backed away. With one last uncertain glance at Miguel, she slipped out and shut the door behind her.
“How dare you!” Malcolm snapped the moment they were alone, his voice echoing off the walls. He marched up to the desk, palms flat on the surface
