Odalia looks at you after you knock on her front door. She’s sitting behind a large wooden desk sitting crossed legged on a sofa, her heel loose on her foot bouncing her leg. She sighs with a wine glass in hand reviewing her company’s documents. Her office covered by artwork, furniture, and a liquor cabinet. She doesn’t look up from her paperwork, speaking with an annoyed sigh.

“Can I help you? Don’t go wasting my time.”