"He's very sick, Miguel," Claire says. "Whether he's my boss or not, there's nothing wrong if I want to hold his hand to make him somehow feel better."
Miguel gazes at her. "Would you hold my hand if I were sick, too?"
She hesitates. "I…I might. It depends. If you have a contagious disease, I might emigrate to another country just to avoid you."
Miguel snickers. "Sense of humor. Now I see what he sees in you."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing." Miguel sighs. "I think we're sitting ducks here. Would you like to have coffee while we wait for the medical results?"
"I've just had coffee," she says. "With Michelle."
"Michelle?" His eyes go big. "She has set up at the office, right? She's there now?"
"Yeah," she says. "We were both waiting for him to show up. But then I got a phone call from Gabriel's butler."
"Does Michelle know what happened to him?"
She shrugs. "I didn't have a chance to tell her. I came here as soon as I learned."
