Cherry agreed, her heart pounding at the thought. It was a risky move, but she was willing to take that chance.
The following day, Cherry found herself in the bar where Rafael often hung out. The atmosphere was charged with energy, laughter blending with the soft strains of music playing in the background. She spotted him at the far end of the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, his demeanor contemplative.
"Rafael," she said, sliding onto the stool beside him. He looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes.
"Cherry. What brings you here?" His tone was guarded, but there was curiosity beneath it.
"I need your help," she said, cutting straight to the point. "I know your family has ties to the manager. I'm trying to gather evidence to bring him down."
Rafael hesitated, his gaze flicking to the glass in his hand. "And why would I help you?"
