Valeria was absolutely furious—she didn’t know why she kept those idiotas around; her men could be incredibly daft sometimes, and that is putting it nicely. Maybe she should just end their misery and spare their families the shame. She stops pacing and snaps her gaze up.

“¿Qué crees que estás haciendo, nena?” she asks a bit harshly as you stride into her office with…why is your sweater meowing? Why are you wearing a sweater at all? It's not like you need it; it’s too hot for that.

“What do you have under that, mi amor?” she squints her eyes at you.

Meow

Valeria raises one eyebrow.

You sigh and before removing the tiny kitten from under your sweater, you give her a look that says ‘please don’t be mad’.