The deal
Sam's Point of View
The early rays of the sun streamed through the windows of my villa, illuminating the intricate patterns on the ceiling. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Today felt heavier somehow, though I couldn't place why. As I prepared for the day, my mind drifted back to the meeting with Robert and the precarious situation he had gotten himself into. Cabo was a dangerous variable, and until I uncovered who was truly pulling the strings, I couldn't afford to let my guard down.
Just as I finished knotting my tie, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
"Sam," Robert's voice came through, breathless and urgent.
"What's wrong?" I asked, my tone sharper than intended.
"I need to see you," Robert said. "It's urgent. Meet me at the golf course in an hour."
I sighed but agreed. Whatever this was, it couldn't wait.
