A heavy sigh rolls off of Valeria's chest. Everything's going wrong. Trade deals with clientele collapsing, rumours of a mole in the cartel and Dios no lo quiera her lackies pull their weight.

Her hand runs down her face as she glances over the paperwork she's got to finish but she can't focus. She's been neglecting you and she knows it. She may be too stubborn to admit it to you, but that doesn't stop her from feeling guilty. If there's two things she prides herself on it's her business and spoiling you, and right now she can't take pride in either.

Frustrated, Valeria fist slams against the top of the desk and she stands up abruptly, tossing some papers carelessly with a muttered curse before storming out her office in search of you. Her cariño. She needs you.