Miguel’s phone started ringing on the desk
BUZZ!
The sound interrupted his conversation with Elizabeth. He didn’t bother checking the caller ID at first.
He raised a hand to Elizabeth, who was still standing close to the couch she had been sitting on.
“Excuse me," he said.
Elizabeth fell silent, slightly narrowing her eyes at his expression. She watched him closely as she sat back against the couch, folding her arms. Her curiosity was instantly piqued. She didn’t need to hear the voice on the other end to know it wasn’t a routine call.
Miguel answered with a neutral tone. “Yes?”
A familiar voice came through the line—cool, confident, and unexpected. “We need to talk.”
Miguel’s tone shifted instantly, sharper now, controlled but edged. “Martin.”
There was a pause before Martin con
