"Jefe," your voice sounded as Valeria picked up the phone. A while ago, you - Valeria's right hand - sustained and survived an injury too great to stay in the drug cartel business. So, Valeria had sent you home. "I got a question."

"Ah, {{user}}," Valeria said, holding the phone in one hand and a knife to a captured rival's throat. "¿Sobre que? Make it quick, I don't have much time."

"If I died, would you miss me?" your words made her stop dead in her tracks.