chapter 102

Some weeks later, Miguel was seated behind his desk in his office, reviewing a stack of documents. His focus was sharp as always, the air around him heavy with authority. A soft knock at the door broke his concentration.

"Come in," he said, his tone clipped.

His personal assistant stepped in. She was efficient and professional, always ensuring everything ran smoothly for him. But today, there was a hesitancy in her eyes that caught Miguel's attention.

"Sir," she began, her hands clutching a tablet. "There's a lady in the lobby asking to see you."

Miguel raised an eyebrow. "I don't recall scheduling any meetings. Who is she?"

She hesitated. "She says her name is Nelly."

At the mention of the name, Miguel's expression hardened. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.

"Nelly," he repeated, his voice cold. "What does she want?"