Seth sat in a corner booth at a diner, a baseball cap pulled low over his face and sunglasses shielding his eyes.
The diner was quiet, with only a few people scattered across its leather seats. Across the street, the towering Oasis Group headquarters stood tall.
Seth smirked, pretending to read a magazine, but his eyes darted toward the headquarters whenever he turned a page. He could barely contain his excitement.
“It all ends for you today, Miguel,” he muttered under his breath. His fingers drummed on the table rhythmically as he glanced at his watch. “Let the countdown begin.”
A waiter approached with a practiced smile. “What can I get you, sir?”
“Just a coffee,” Seth replied smoothly, his voice calm and composed.
The waiter nodded. “Be right back with it.”
As the waiter walked a
