"The same girl we just gave a ride to."
"Now do you see why I said there's something odd about that masked girl?" Gabriel asked as Rafael started the engine.
"Nope, I don't think she meant to be there.
She was probably searching for the boss's office and stumbled into the wrong room."
"If she were sneaking in, she wouldn't have knocked on the door."
"Yeah, whatever you say," Gabriel muttered.
"But one thing I can't wrap my head around is why he gave up his fame to run a casino!" Rafael remarked, turning the wheel as he drove.
"Everyone has their reasons."
"I was about to read the part of his file that mentioned his mentor when she barged in and messed it all up."
"So, what's the game plan now?" Gabriel asked, leaning back in his seat, his brow raised in curiosity.
Rafael let out a low laugh, "Ah, you know me—me encanta el chisme (I love gossip)."
