The arrival of Pedro Cruz at the Cruz Oil headquarters sent ripples through the company. Tall, with sharp features and an unsettling charm, Pedro was the kind of man who commanded attention effortlessly. Sanchez had not seen his uncle in years, but the memories were far from pleasant.
Pedro stepped into the boardroom with an air of confidence. "Ah, my dear nephew," he said, spreading his arms as though expecting an embrace. "It's been far too long."
Sanchez stood stiffly, his expression unreadable. "Pedro," he said flatly, his tone lacking the warmth Pedro expected.
Pedro laughed, ignoring the tension. "Still the serious one, I see. I came to offer my help during this... challenging time."
"Help?" Sanchez repeated, skeptical. He gestured toward the board members. "We've managed just fine without you."
Pedro smirked, his gaze sweeping the room. "Oh, I'm sure. But with the company under such scrutiny, surely you could use a seasoned hand."
Susan, who had been quietly observing, noticed the subtle way Pedro's eyes lingered on her. She didn't like it. Sanchez, sensing her discomfort, quickly interjected. "We'll discuss this later, Pedro."
As the meeting adjourned, Susan pulled Sanchez aside. "What is he doing here?" she asked, her voice low.
"He's here for himself," Sanchez replied grimly. "Pedro never does anything unless it benefits him. Keep an eye on him, Susan."
And so, the seeds of distrust were planted, with Pedro's return marking the beginning of a new chapter of turmoil.