Sanchez was surprised when Susan called him, her tone brisk and businesslike.
"Meet me at my father's office tomorrow," she said. "We have work to do."
The next day, Sanchez arrived at the Hopkins Corporation headquarters, unsure of what to expect. He was greeted by Susan and her father, who wasted no time diving into the matter at hand.
"We've reviewed the evidence," Mr. Hopkins said. "And it's clear that there's a coordinated effort to dismantle Cruz Oil. If we don't act now, it's only a matter of time before they try again."
Sanchez nodded, his jaw tight. "I've been trying to fight this alone for years, but I didn't have the resources or connections to take them on."
"Well, you have them now," Susan said firmly. "This isn't just about Cruz Oil—it's about standing up to the people who think they can control everything."
Despite their strained personal history, Sanchez couldn't help but admire Susan's determination. Together, they formed a plan to gather more evidence and confront those responsible.
As the meeting ended, Sanchez lingered, catching Susan as she prepared to leave.
"Thank you," he said softly.
She glanced at him, her expression guarded. "This doesn't change anything between us, Sanchez. I'm doing this because it's the right thing to do, not because I've forgiven you."
"I know," he said. "But it means more than you realize."