Chapter 9

As the door to Osiris' office swung open, a woman with a confident stride stepped inside. Her presence exuded a mixture of professionalism and approachability. Her eyes held a glint of curiosity as they met Osiris', and her smile was warm and genuine. Dressed in a tailored blazer and with a notebook in hand, she seemed ready to engage in a purposeful conversation.

"Good morning," she greeted, her voice carrying a friendly tone that instantly put Osiris at ease. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

Osiris stood up, a smile forming on his lips as he gestured to the chairs across his desk. "Not at all. Please, have a seat."

"Thank you," she said with a nod, taking the proffered seat gracefully. As she settled in, her gaze met his again. "I'm Martha, by the way. Martha Ramirez."

Osiris extended his hand across the desk, a genuine interest in his eyes. "Nice to meet you, Martha. I'm Osiris."

Their handshake was a blend of professionalism and a spark of curiosity. As they withd