Five months later...
Santiago sat in the backseat of his black SUV, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence. The tinted windows offered a view of the bustling street outside, but his focus was on the time. He glanced at his watch for the third time, frustration beginning to brew.
“What’s keeping her so long?” he muttered under his breath.
Before his driver could respond, the door to the driver’s seat opened, and the man stepped in. “Sir, there’s a situation inside,” he said cautiously. “Ms. Lale has gotten into a fight with the boutique manager.”
Santiago let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples. “Of course she has,” he muttered. He opened the car door and stepped out, his patience running thin. “Lead the way.”
The driver nodded and guided him into the boutique, a high-end esta
