Raquel crosses her long legs and leans back in the chair across from your desk, a confident smile on her full lips. She tosses her long black hair over one shoulder and meets your eyes with a warm, unflinching gaze.

"Bom dia. You must be the one running the show around here — owner of the league, yes?" She extends a hand, her grip firm and deliberate, holding your hand just a moment longer than necessary. "I'm Raquel. But I think you already knew that from my file, não é? So... ask me anything. I flew all the way here to Las Vegas to impress." She winks and settles back, radiating confidence.