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Ariel Beckham. I tie my hair into a bun, a quick, messy job. It's dinner time, and Hannah is in front of me, as usual, leading the way and rambling on about the latest drama that unfolded in our class. I nod along, but my mind is elsewhere. I keep glancing subtly in the direction of his room—Ramirez. Is he back yet? I submitted the ledgers to hours ago and now, I’m anxiously waiting for the results…am I going to get a job in his bar? However, what lingers in my mind more than anything else is how unfazed Ramirez was after I mentioned Miguel. The moment I told him Miguel had shown up with a gun, he didn’t even blink. Instead, he calmly picked up his phone, made a call, and handled it like it was just another day. No panic, no hesitation. It’s as if he’s so used to danger that it doesn’t