“No. Because I made a choice.”
“And you regret it?”
Miguel looked at the wet street, then back at her.
“I needed the interview. But you were stranded in that storm. I wasn’t gonna leave you there.”
Something unreadable flickered in her eyes.
Then she leaned slightly across the seat and opened the passenger door.
“Get in,” she said.
Miguel stared at her.
Not because of the SUV.
Not because of the leather seats or the driver in front or the smell of money inside the vehicle.
Because of the tone in her voice.
Calm.
Certain.
Like this was not a favor.
Like this was the beginning of something he hadn’t seen coming.
Miguel looked at her for one long second and realized this woman hadn’t come back just to say thank you.
She had come back for a reason.
And what happened after he climbed into that SUV changed everything.
Miguel hesitated for half a second.
Then he got in.
The door closed with a soft, solid thud that felt like stepping into another world. Warm air replaced the damp chill clinging to his skin. The leather seat creaked quietly beneath him.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The SUV pulled away from the curb, smooth and silent, cutting through the last traces of the storm.
Miguel glanced at her. “So… what is this?”
She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she studied him—really studied him this time, as if confirming something she had already decided.
“My name is Valéria Costa,” she said at last. “I own Ferreira Logistics.”
Miguel blinked.
