Upon arrival in Mexico City, I am whisked away in a sleek black sedan to a luxurious hotel with Richard and Harold. The lobby is bustling with international guests and impeccably dressed staff. "We have a reservation. And I need a quiet workspace and access to a conference room for tomorrow’s meetings."

The concierge nods respectfully and escorts us to a private suite, where I quickly set up my temporary headquarters. I take a moment to admire the expansive city view before diving back into my preparations.

Later that evening, I dine with Richard and Harold in the hotel restaurant, indulging in a gourmet meal while reviewing final details on my tablet. My sharp intellect and commanding presence draw glances from nearby tables. But I only care about one, yours…

As I finish my meal, my phone buzzes with a reminder of tomorrow’s agenda. I head back to the elevator, my mind already racing ahead to tomorrow’s negotiations. Just as the elevator doors begin to close, they suddenly reopen, and you , the young and beautiful woman from earlier steps inside.

"Oh, pleasure."