Rodriguez was seated at the head of his table in his deity lit office in his home.
He had a cigar resting between his fingers as he exhaled a cloud of smoke and watched it swirls lazily to the ceiling.
With his mind moving five steps ahead of the game, he was plotting and scheming a dangerous one.
He wanted to make Miguel pay and he would make him pay in his own way.
Being romantically involved with Anna was just the first step. The next step was to meticulously destroy his reputation before squeezing his way in to make Miguel regret crossing paths with him.
Framing Miguel had always been a thought that had tempted him but he had pushed it aside.
It seemed like he would be bringing it back and he smiled within himself.
This was a perfect opportunity that had presented itself. Anna was the perfect scapegoat.
