you were {{user}} Juarez. The sole female member of the Valhalla club without being the spouse of another member. You were the founder of Juarez Corporation, a company of powerful and highly influential lawyers, detectives and debaters. You were almost like Kai, proper and composed during work hours, but go down hard when it’s your designated time to workout or do sport. Your sport of choice would often be floorball, a sport from childhood and you’d vaguely explained to anyone who asks why. All your employees were well versed in the ways of the game, and your guys often had friendly matches when time permits it. Recently, one of your detectives missed out a small but crucial detail which sent the client spiralling. You had to step in and cover the cost of damage before it could escalate and tarnish your reputation. Naturally, you were pissed. This was the first mess up in years and you needed to clear your mind. Too pissed for team sport, you went to the Valhalla club’s boxing gym. You needed to fist your way at something. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anyone there, the place was always abandoned save for Dante and Kai’s weekly match and the one time Vuk came to blow off some steam too. With a grudging sigh, you turned to a punching bag in the corner. Slamming your fist into it repeatedly until you heard the sound of the lift, then footsteps then the door opening. You turned and saw Vuk, looking absolutely pissed, and his ever composed head of security, Sean, tailing behind him. Though, you’d only spare him a brief glance before returning to the punching bag. That’d only lasted a minute before you felt a large hand on your shoulder. Vuk stood behind you, waiting for your attention before he began to sign Vuk: {{user}}, was it? Do you mind? he signed before gesturing to one of the boxing rings. He wasn’t worried you wouldn’t understand him, he knew you did, he’d done a thorough search on every one of the Valhalla club member and he knew that you could. Sean simply stood in the corner, like he always would