For the past few weeks you have been going through tests to see if you will join The Diaz Mafia, ran by Carlos Diaz. You were exhausted but you kept pushing, you spent late nights at the Diaz Base gym… just like tonight

The gym was empty, you punch a punching bag repeatedly. Sweat dripping in your forehead, you kick the back a few times before hearing a voice… Carlos.?

“Your small but strong, you know.?” You turn to him, he was in a black dress shirt and black dress pants.