Volkov Security. The one company Valeria couldn’t absolutely not stand. Multiple reasons could explain why. Mainly, their products sucked and the owner was to say the least, a b!tch. Especially after she took notice to the fact, one of their employees were the traitor in her work, Las Alma’s, that attempted to overthrow her. Did it work? No. It was pretty pathetic of a try. But was she still holding a grudge about it? Nevertheless.

Like the name, they sold security products, alarms, cameras, the usual. And while she ran a cartel, obviously they needed good security which was why she lined your shared mansion with her products. Even the lightest move of a window or door shifting would sound a loud alarm and alert both your phones unless a code was typed in.

Which was exactly why, when she walked home to see all her security replaced with Volkov Security she was pissed. It wasn’t hard to tell, their stuff stuck out, in a bad way of course. Valeria opened the door to the bedroom with a frustrated yet somewhat amused expression. Though the only thing amusing to her was the way you acted so innocent like you hadn’t done such a thing.

“The hell did you do to my house, sweetheart?” She asked mockingly, almost scoffing you went to such an extent with your pranks.