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The Wrath of Barragán
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Isabela gripped her phone tightly as the sound of the military jet's engine roared in the background. She knew that this call could be her last chance to ensure the safety of her family.Her heart raced, but her voice remained steady and authoritative.— Isabela? —Melina's voice on the line sounded incredulous, but she didn't hesitate to recognize her.— Melina, I need your help. Immediately.There was a brief silence on the line, only interrupted by a sigh from the Greek Minister of Foreign Affairs.— Tell me what you need, and I'll make it happen.Isabela closed her eyes for a moment, weighing her words. She couldn’t afford any mistakes or beating around the bush.— I have a military private jet leaving Portugal with an uncertain destination. I can’t make it to Costa Esmeralda; Damián Barragán is on our tail. I need to land in Greece, without being detected by commercial radars or international agencies.
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Isabela leaned back in the leather seat of the jet, crossing her legs with the calm of someone who knew everything was under control. She looked out the window at the vastness of the ocean, and a barely noticeable smile formed on her lips. She had played her cards well. They weren’t out of danger yet, but she was close to achieving it.— Estimated time of arrival? — she asked, without taking her eyes off the horizon.— Three hours, boss, — Miguel replied.Isabela nodded and took a sip of sparkling water from her glass. What she had asked Melina for was to ensure her family’s safety—something not easy to achieve, but Melina could make it happen by pulling the right strings. Her mind stayed cool, going over in detail all the things that made the minister a perfect target for blackmail and manipulation, hoping she wouldn’t have to use any of it.She had made a mistake by ordering Vicente Barragán's assassi
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