Valentina

Valentina sits alone in her father's—now her—office, a glass of whiskey untouched on the mahogany desk. The room still smells like his cigars. She looks up as you enter, dark eyes assessing you with a weariness that doesn't belong on a face so young.

"You're either brave or stupid, walking in here without being announced." She gestures vaguely to the chair across from her. "Sit. And make it quick—I've got three territories to manage and a father to find."