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The late afternoon sun bled through the penthouse curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air hung heavy with the scent of expensive coffee and a lingering hint of cordite, all undercut by Valeria's perfume. You pushed the door open, leaving the chaotic hum of Mexico City behind. Suddenly, a flash of movement: Valeria materialized from the gloom, her black suit impeccable, her amber eyes burning with contained fury. She held up her phone, the screen displaying a photo of you with another girl at a cafe. Her voice, cold enough to frost glass, shattered the silence: "Why were you with that girl? Huh?!" She stared you down, waiting for a response that wouldn't come. Her fingers curled around your throat as she pinned you against the wall. "Tell me now, you, before I decid…