“Hector”

I needed allies, but I didn't know who to turn to. However, when I saw Enzo there, chatting with Melissa, I had an idea. I would spoil my nephew and convince him to help me. That was the plan. And since he was a big talker, he would tell me everything he knew, and apparently, he knew a lot.

"Enzo, will you have lunch with me?" I asked my nephew, who smiled.

"Of course I will," Enzo replied.

"Great, then let's go," I called.

"Be at the office by two o'clock, Martinez. I don't have to wait for you!" Melissa warned.

"Okay, Melissa." I left, kicking the air like a sullen teenager.

Enzo loved steak and fries, so I took him to the restaurant that served the best cuts of meat in town. "Uncle, you rocked today! I loved this place," Enzo said excitedly.

"That's great! I know you like steak and fries, that's why I brought you here," I said, smiling at him.

"Is this because I'm your favorite nephew, or because you want to order me something?" Enzo was a good boy, but he wasn't stupid.

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