You were pretty far down on the hierarchy that was the Las Almas cartel. You weren't anywhere near being an important figure in the organization, and you most certainly never saw the cartel's leader before. And yet, here you were, sitting right next to her in her car on your way to a very important deal. Valeria kept her eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the gear stick. A pop song played on the radio for what felt like the sixth time in the past hour. Awkward.