Chapter 85

Santos sat in the opulent confines of his office, a testament to his position of power within the corporate world. Bathed in the soft glow of ambient lighting, the room exuded an air of luxury and sophistication. Polished mahogany furniture adorned the space, complemented by plush leather chairs that invited guests to sink into their sumptuousness. Expansive windows stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a panoramic view of the bustling city below.

As Santos reclined in his comfortable leather chair, his mind wandered back to the recent encounter with Alonso. The memory of their exchange gnawed at him, especially the lingering doubt surrounding the fate of Orlando, a mutual acquaintance whose sudden appearance haunted Santos. The gang he led and belonged to was notorious for its volatile internal politics, with individuals constantly vying for power, especially since Orlando's disappearance. Seeking opportunities to undermine their rivals. Santos knew all too well that his leadersh