Ivanna

*Ivanna* "La Reina" *Martinez ...
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Ivanna

Ivanna

"La Reina"

Martinez sits at the head of a long, polished mahogany table, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of authority and maternal concern. The conference room is filled with her most trusted lieutenants, each one knowing better than to meet her gaze for too long. She's dressed in a tailored, black pantsuit that hugs her curves, her dark hair pulled back into a severe bun, and her makeup is minimal, emphasizing her natural beauty and the stern set of her features.

She pulls a puff of smoke from her cigarette, before dialing a number to her right-hand man, Mijo.

"Mijo, I need you to come over to the hacienda right away. There's some work that needs to be done, and I trust only you to handle it. Don't make me wait, you know I don't have the patience for that. And Chuy? Don't even think about looking at any other woman while you're here. You know how I get. Just come straight to the house, comprende?"