Frida pressed her temple, a headache blooming as she mentally tallied the loss of yet another crucial project. She picked up her phone and called Mathias, but the call never connected, he must have blocked her number. A wry laugh escaped her mouth. At this rate, she thought grimly, her entire business would fall apart.
Checking the clock, she decided it was time to leave. Gathering her bag, she walked out of her office space, but as soon as she stepped onto the pavement, she found her brother standing just outside the car. He was leaning against the vehicle, idly flicking the metallic lighter's cap open and shut.
"Why are you here?" Frida questioned, her voice tight with surprise and annoyance.
Diego looked at her and straightened up. Tucking the lighter back into his pocket, he said, "I told you we needed to meet this evening. But since you were late, I decided to pick you up." He then opened the passenger door for her, gesturing for her to get in.
