Outside the farm villa, several Mexican guards stood in front of the iron gate, coldly blocking Monica's car.
The security captain shook his head in front of the car window and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, you can't enter now."
"What do you mean? Don't you recognize me?" Monica's voice was sharp and angry, "Who told you to stop me?"
"It was a direct order from the boss." The security captain still looked apologetic, answering with a low and stiff voice, "No one can enter except those he allows."
Monica was stunned for a moment, then anger shot straight to her head. She opened the door and got out of the car, the sound of her heels clattering crisply on the ground, shouting explosively:
"I'm a partner in the company, what gives you the right to stop me? Call that damn kid out to see me!"
The guards didn't budge, they just coldly watched, not moving an inch, their fingers deliberately or inadvertently resting on their holsters.
