In Vilanculos, midway through the meal, Christian's phone buzzes. A glance at the screen reveals a call from his father. Christian places his fork down and grabs his phone.
"Jorge, give me a moment. I need to take this," he says, stepping away from the table.
Jorge nods, sipping his coffee. "Of course. Take your time."
Christian steps a few paces away, dialing his father's number. The call connects after a couple of rings.
On the call, Salvador Ngale's deep voice resonates with a mix of authority and concern. "Good afternoon, son. I saw your missed call. Is everything all right?"
"Good afternoon, Father," Christian says, his tone formal but respectful. "Everything is fine. I just wanted to give you an update on the Vilanculos property."
"Go ahead," Salvador says, his voice steady but curious.
