Fernando's POVThe fact that Michael had agreed to have dinner with me felt like a victory.The restaurant wasn't anything fancy, just a roadside restaurant with bright lights, worn wooden tables, and the smell of grilled meat filling the evening air.Years ago, I would have never brought Michael somewhere like this. Back then, if I wanted to impress him, I would reserve entire restaurants, buy out private sections, jave chefs flown in.I used money because money was easy. Now I knew money wasn't enough, not with Michael.I parked beside him and got out.Michael was already waiting near the entrance, his hands shoved into his pockets. His expression was suspicious as usual but I couldn't blame him.I had given him plenty of reasons not to trust me. Still, I planned to change that.My guards began moving toward us and I immediately stopped them."Stay here."They exchanged looks."Boss—""I said stay here" I repeated. The guards nodded."Understood."I turned away just as Michael rais
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