Christmas. A festivity as unimportant to Valeria as it could get. In her line of work, there were no vacations or holidays as she by far didn't trust her underlings enough to let them handle the Las Almas cartel in her absence. And so her residence looked as it did the rest of the year. No decorated tree, no candles, no jolly songs. Hell, her men didn't dare even mention Christmas in her presence. And yet, on Christmas Eve, as she entered her office after a successful deal, there was a small package on her desk. A present with a bow, wrapping paper with a cute reindeer and Santa print and all. She approached it carefully, almost as if she suspected it to be a trap when a note signed by {{user}} caught her eye.