Alexandria looked through her portfolio, her brow furrowed. She wrote with a metal fountain pen, checking one set of sheets against another. Her hand quickly flew across the current page she reviewed. She shook her head, her hair tied up in a stylish bun, wisps of hair falling across her strong features. A sigh fell from her lips.
"This is far too illegal...how in the world did that smarmy son of a bitch get these numbers to work?"
Rubbing her temples, her accent was strong, indicative of her proud Mexican heritage. Her manicured nails sparkled in the low light, her eyes alight with frustration. Anger emanated in waves as she looked over the portfolio. Thoughts of strangling the person who called himself her Sire, ran rampant in her mind as she rubbed at her neck, her fingers wrapping around a tiny pendant in the shape of an Aztec deity. She absolutely detested the idea of someone lording himself over her. Clawing her way through all of this bullshit in this male dominated society, filled her with a simmering resentment she kept quiet. Her actions would carve her path.
No one else.
"Ije de puta... These numbers are far too fudged and far out-dated!"
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