"Spill it. What does Juan send you here for?" Erica demanded, shoving Gand onto the sofa.
Gand sweated nervously. "You''re mistaken. Juan? I barely even know him."
Randy crossed his arms. "Come on. We''re not deaf. Don''t try to weasel your way out of this."
Seeing no way out, Gand clenched his teeth. "Fine. I''ll tell you. Honestly, I''ve been suspicious of Juan''s intentions for a while. As your friend, I decided to do something about it. I got close to him on purpose, trying to figure out what he was up to."
Erica narrowed her eyes. "Really?"
"Of course," Gand replied proudly. "I''m the CEO of the Eaton Group. This identitymands respect from Juan."
Randy was skeptical. "So, you''re not working for him?"
"Come on. Juan doesn''t run the Nichols Group anymore," Gand reasoned. "Why would I take orders from him? Does that even make sense?"
Randy blinked, processing the logic.
"You have a point," Erica said, exchanging looks with Randy.
But she wasn''t convinced yet. "Then what were you talking to Juan about? Show us your phone."
Gand flinched. There was nothing but reports of Debra''s daily activities on his phone. He couldn''t let them see the content, or they would see him as a peeping freak.
"Well, I could show you," Gand mumbled while discreetly deleting messages. "But there are trade secrets on my phone."
MS
"Don''t worry. We''re only interested in your messages with Juan. We won''t peek at anything else."
"Alright."
He slowly held up his phone. Just then, Juan called.
Gand was terrified. The call hade at a bad time.
"Juan is calling?" Erica raised an eyebrow.
It hadn''t been three minutes since they contacted each other. It had to be something important.
Erica smirked, "Forget about the messages. Answer the call. We''ll know if you''ve betrayed us or not."
Gand had no choice but to answer
the phone. After a brief silence,
Juan''s calm voice came through.
"About the deal we discussed, can it
"About the
be finalized in the next couple of days?"