Enrique
"Mr. Enrique Ortega?" Enrique blinked at the tall guy in a perfect suit and slowly nodded his head.
"That would be me," He muttered. "How can I help you?"
"Mr. Navarro sent me to pick you up," The guy said with a smile. "Please, this way," Enrique blinked and then nonchalantly gave him a nod as he followed him outside, grimacing inwardly.
What did Ivan think? That he will runaway or something? He was here, wasn't he? Even though he would admit that he was plagued by the urge to not come here enough times in the past week. But every time he thought about that, he was also gripped by the fear of losing Vera to that Texas guy. He did not like the taste the mere idea left in his mouth. And so he packed his bag and
