Hiding Something

The tension in Pablo’s chest grew tighter as he paced the office, his mind perturbed with anger and strategy. This wasn’t just about protecting Romero anymore–it was about protecting the Monteiro legacy. Whoever was orchestrating these attacks had resources, knowledge, and a dangerous level of access. Pablo had underestimated them, but that would not happen again.

Minutes later, Castillo returned, leading a small group of visibly nervous staff members. Their anxious glances darted around the room, and their postures ranged from defensive to outright terrified.

Pablo stood at the head of the table, his imposing presence commanding silence. His gaze swept over the group, sharp and unrelenting. “I’ll make this simple,” he began, his voice cold and stable. “Someone in this department tampered with the audit records. I want the truth, and I want it now.”