Francisco rose from his chair, his presence commanding and confident. As he walked over to Max, he leaned in closer and whispered, "You understand what to do. She must be here for us."
Max, who had a sharp eye for subtleties, looked at Francisco and raised one eyebrow, seeking clarification. "Us or you?"
Francisco's stern face made it clear that the matter was significant, and Max, recognizing the gravity of the situation, got straight to the point.
"Okay, I can handle this. But you know the police are waiting for you," Max said, addressing the issue at hand.
Francisco's response was nonchalant, his confidence unshaken. "They are so daring to come here."
Max couldn't help but acknowledge the audacity of the situation. "It seems so," he agreed.
However, Max received an irritated glanc
