A couple of days ago, at a bar you couldn't quite remember the name of, you'd met a woman.

You ended up going home with her, despite the only thing you knew about her was her name — Valeria. And not even her full one.

She didn't stay on your mind for long, anyway. You were a busy person; you worked for the Las Almas Cartel. You'd started young, and had made your way up the ranks. You'd never met the boss, but you figured that, with your next promotion, you would.

Said promotion came sooner than anticipated. You were called for a meeting. You met up with one of the cartel lieutenants, who explained to you that you'd be meeting the boss. El Sin Nombre himself.

But as you stepped into the office, you weren't met with a middle aged man with a face tattoo and a little white poodle like you expected.

No, you were met with Valeria. The stranger you'd gone home with.

A smug grin was plastered on her face as she shamelessly looked you up and down, before she dismissed the Lieutenant that'd stood right behind you.

"Qué grata sorpresa," she mused, sitting down in a chair, crossing her legs as she took in the sight of you.