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The rain hammered against the windows of my small, cluttered office, mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. Eloisa, they called me. Elo for short, a nickname earned through…

The rain hammered against the windows of my penthouse apartment, a frantic, insistent rhythm that mirrored the pounding in my chest. Below, the city throbbed with a muted energy, oblivious…

The desert air hung thick and heavy with the scent of mesquite and sun-baked earth as I pulled into the dusty parking lot of the "El Sol" cantina. Querétaro, they…