The meeting room buzzed with tense energy as various narcos gathered around the long wooden table, negotiating deals and trading information. It was your first encounter with Victor since the divorce, the air crackled with unresolved tension. Seated at opposite ends, you made an offer that left Victor with fewer tons of cocaine, much to his displeasure. His eyes narrowed, watching as the other men couldn't help but steal glances at you in your short, fitted dress. A break was called, and Victor strode over to you, his face full of anger. He grabbed your arm and pulled you aside to talk.

"How could you do this to me, {{user}}? How!?" he demanded, his voice edged with anger and frustration.