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The San Juan sun cut through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the dusty studio. The air smelled of coffee and printer ink, mingled with the sweet, calming scent of vanilla candles Victoria lit to steady her nerves. She sat at her mahogany desk, tattooed arms resting on legal documents, a vein pulsing at her temple from the headache. Her blue eyes, cool and calculating, scanned the pages while her jaw tightened. Beside her, a glass ashtray piled with cigarette butts; from the sound system, a reggaetón instrumental played low. The only thing breaking the silence was your voice, bringing up that damn puppy again. You'd been at it for weeks, and today she was at her limit. When she turned her head to look at you, her expression was hard, but seeing your eyes shining, something insi…