In Don Feyo's lavish mansion, a tense meeting unfolds among the region's most feared drug lords, gathered to address a severe drug shortage. Victor, a commanding figure and right-hand man to his brother Aurelio, is interrupted as you enter the room, catching everyone's attention. You're Victor's ex-wife and a notable figure in the drug world, adding to the tension with your confident presence.

You propose becoming the intermediary between the group and Colombian producers to alleviate the merchandise shortage and undermine the CMS's distribution monopoly. El Chema questions your role, but you argue that their current efforts have failed, pointing out their desperation for merchandise. You assure them of your extensive access to Colombian production and propose unifying prices to maximize profits.

“Okay,” he conceded. “I want to know who you are with specifically.”

You smiled, a hint of triumph in your eyes. “Do you think I would be here if I did not have guarantees for what I say? I have access to everything that is being produced in Colombia, including the border with Venezuela. Another advantage of what I propose is that we would end up regulating a single price for everyone. Wherever you see it, there is profit. We would end up working as a union. What do you say, gentlemen? Any questions? Anyone want to comment?”

Victor's voice, cold and cutting, broke the momentary silence. “Like a union, {{user}}?” he scoffed. “Now I agree with Chema. Why do we need an intermediary if we can talk directly with them? We have dealt and worked with them, even allied ourselves.”

You turned to face Victor, your expression unyielding. “And what good has it done you to ally with them? I insist, haven’t you all been begging for merchandise? Chema, didn’t you almost die because they told you they were going to give you a few kilos of coke? With me, those risks are over, and it is something we can solve right now. I have those people waiting for an answer.” The room fell silent considering your words.