Immigrant girl

Chapter 36. Alex.

Rocking in the leather chair, I gazed thoughtfully at the entrance door of my office in the club.The door opened slightly, and I heard Caleb's voice. 

"Make sure the security is on high alert," he shouted to someone outside.

Caleb entered, closing the door behind him, and headed to my desk. He plopped down on the chair opposite me, sighed wearily, and closed his eyes.

"What happened?" I asked directly.

"We have guests today, in the form of our Mexican partners." He opened his eyes and looked at me with his trademark stern gaze.

"Why the sudden honor?" I tensed up. A lot. Even though we had resolved some of our issues and the meeting with the head of the Network was already scheduled, it didn't mean I could trust them.

"They decided to offer their apologies, so to speak. Damn jackals." Caleb crossed one leg over the other.

"Is Mendez here?" I felt a chill inside at the mention of that scumbag.

"Of course."

"Is she working today? It's not her shift on Mondays." I didn't want Anna to have any encounters with Mendez. I recalled the strange comment he made at the engagement party. A wave of disgust washed over me, and a shiver ran down my spine.

"Unfortunately, yes. We had to call her in today because Natasha is sick. I doubled the security on the first floor." Caleb was my right hand for a reason. He didn't need any explanations; he did everything himself.

"Good."

"Don't you find it suspicious that Aguilar wanted to meet himself?" Worry lingered in Caleb's eyes.

"No, it makes sense, after everything that happened." I rubbed my forehead. "In fact, it's even better that he initiated the meeting; it will raise fewer suspicions on our part."

"I don't know, Al. Something feels off about this. I have a very bad feeling." Caleb stood and headed to the mini-bar.

"I think you're exaggerating, old man." I had no bad feelings, and my intuition had never failed me.

"My hair stands on end when I think about the upcoming meeting." Caleb returned to my desk and sat back in his seat.

"I think that's a normal reaction. Meeting with Aguilar isn't exactly a picnic with a girlfriend." I smirked.

"Have you talked to Davis yet?" Caleb took a sip of whiskey.

"I haven't had the pleasure yet. I wanted to discuss our plan with you first, then I'll contact him and present the ready plan." I moved the mouse, the monitor came to life, and I quickly entered the password and clicked on the security camera icon. Multiple windows appeared on the screen, showing video feeds from all corners of the club, from different angles. First, I clicked on the camera installed in the VIP room. A noisy group of Mexicans was gathered around one of the tables. I didn't see Mendez. I immediately clicked on the camera installed at the bar on the first floor. My entire body froze when I saw her on the screen. Anya was pouring champagne into glasses. My eyes followed her every move. A dull, aching pain reappeared under my ribs. I switched the angle to see the people at the bar. Mendez wasn't there either. I relaxed a little.

"So, what's the plan, Boss?" Caleb's voice pulled me out of my dark thoughts.

"We need to go with a large group, but make it look like we're not posing a threat to the Network's security," I said, leaning back in my chair. "I think we need to celebrate your recovery, Caleb." My friend raised his eyebrows in surprise.