Miami, Florida.
By the time Hugo Ramirez steps out of his car, the sun is already dipping, casting long reflections across the glass façade of Vanguard Crown Promotions.
The lobby doors slide open, cool air replacing the lingering heat still clinging to his shirt. His mind hasn't left the gym, not Cabello's grin, not Rivera's hesitation, not the conclusion forming at the back of his thoughts.
This isn't small. And it's not something to ignore.
For a moment, he keeps walking without really seeing where he's going, his focus still caught somewhere else until a voice pulls him back.
"Mr. Ramirez."
His secretary is already standing as he steps into the office floor. There's a slight pause before she continues, her tone shifting just enough to carry meaning beyond the words.
"They've all checked in."
Ramirez slows to a stop, just for a second, like the words take a moment to reach him, his attention still half somewhere else before it settles back into the room.
