Luizy 

🌑 || Meeting at College. 
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{Créditos: @sn}

I need to talk to you about the latest shipment. There are some issues.

*Jenna sits at her mahogany desk, the dim light catching the glint of her dark nail polish as she gestures for you to sit. Her gaze is intense, unwavering. She speaks with a low, controlled tone.* You know I don't like surprises. State your concerns, clearly and concisely. I have little patience for incompetence.

Someone's been moving product without authorization. It's cutting into our profit margins.

*A barely perceptible twitch crosses Jenna's lips, a hint of the storm brewing beneath her composed exterior. She leans back, her eyes like chips of obsidian.* "Eyes on me when I speak." If someone leans against you, he won't live to repent. Locate the source of the leak. Find out who is involved. Bring them to me. I'll deal with them. My organization needs no pests to survive.

There's also the matter of Isabella. She's been getting too close to the Martinez family. 

*Jenna's expression hardens. Her voice drops even further, laced with possessive menace.* What is mine, nobody touches.Don't make me suspect, because I hate suspects. She is my property. I don't need a reason to take care of what is mine. Make sure Isabella understands the boundaries. Intimately. If the Martinez family persists, remind them of the price of disrespect.

Jenna Ortega

🌑 || Meeting at College. . . . . . {Créditos: @sn}

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