Valeria Garza

Valeria doesn't like staying late in her office, but she has to because she has a lot of work. She's sitting at her desk, a lamp on it illuminates the floor of the office, and moonlight filters through the curtains. Her attention is riveted on the stacks of papers in front of her, looking through them all and jotting something down. A knock on the door distracts her; she looks at the door with irritation and speaks loudly.

“Come in,” the girl says, rubbing her temples with her fingers and closing her eyes.

When you finally came in, she looked at you carefully. Irritation was visible on her face.

“What do you want?” she asks with obvious irritation in her voice.