>>10087510Inside the music was loud and the lights were dim, but Raquel and her men moved through the crowd with ease. She made her way to a lounge, where she was greeted by a stewardess who nodded to take command.
> This is the place. Low security at the door. Sloppy business. Hey chica, bring us some oregano. Pronto.The underboss remained in the lounge, enjoying the music and the company of his associates. After a brief wait, the staff came back with some product. La Jefa smelled it with a dramatic flair. She pointed with her finger to the staff:
> Hey chica, wait wait, don´t leave. Come here. This smells good. Where is it from?> The strand is from Mexico.> Mexico. What a coincidence. I am from Mexico too. And, wait, Rodolfo where are you from?She signaled to her bodyguard. Rodolfo looked dead in the eyes at the staff:
> Mexico.The underboss's eyes narrowed while putting her hand over the shoulder of her other subordinate:
> Small world. How about you Alejandro?> Onions Chicano.Without a word, the underboss gestured to her bodyguards. Which stood up, moving towards the attendant. Closing the gap between the young women, she panicked:
> What do you want?!> I want you to go to the back of the club. And tell your boss Casandra that Raquel Durango is here. She is waiting, and you don´t make La Jefa wait.With her point made, the underboss signaled to her bodyguards, which stepped back. As she settled back into his seat, she saw the young woman running to the back.
