Miguel hesitated for half a second.
Then he got in.
The door closed with a soft, solid thud that felt like stepping into another world. Warm air replaced the damp chill clinging to his skin. The leather seat creaked quietly beneath him.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The SUV pulled away from the curb, smooth and silent, cutting through the last traces of the storm.
Miguel glanced at her. “So… what is this?”
She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she studied him—really studied him this time, as if confirming something she had already decided.
“My name is Valéria Costa,” she said at last. “I own Ferreira Logistics.”
Miguel blinked.
