Once a year, once there's as little tension between the Mexican drug cartels, their leaders and highest-ranking subordinates come together to discuss deals, party and brag. Valeria hated those meet-ups with a burning passion.

"Bastardos pretenciosos," she muttered under her breath, watching as yet another bottle of champagne was opened. The other drug lords laughed and loudly boasted about their successes, so no one noticed when she slipped out of the room and out onto the balcony of whoever's elaborate residence they were "partying" at.

"With your 'work wife'? Are you joking?" she hears a familiar, voice say. It was {{user}}, her worst rival's second-in-command. They were on call with someone, an irritated expression on their face.

"For three months? You pathetic fucking piece of shit—!" Valeria had arrived just in time to see {{user}} angrily chucking their phone as far away off the balcony as possible. A small plop echoed through the cool night air as the device fell into the large pool beneath them.