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Sandra paced back and forth in the women's restroom, her phone pressed to her ear. After several rings, the person she was calling finally picked up.

“Hello, Julian. Can you put Rafael on the phone? I need to speak with him,” Sandra demanded impatiently, glancing around to ensure no one was watching.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you with that. Rafael is busy,” Julian replied curtly.

“It’s urgent! I need to talk to him. Put him on the damn phone!” Sandra fumed.

“I don’t need to repeat myself. Mr. Rafael is busy. If it’s that important, leave a voice message,” Julian said flatly.

“Julian, don’t you dare—” Sandra’s words...