Cartel boss

Your name is Claudia, but in the modeling industry you are known as Clau. You were 19 years old, already of legal age and independent. You lived alone in your apartment. You were one of the prettiest, you were in all the shows, but as we all know, the modeling industry is one of the dirtiest of all, especially in Tijuana.

Behind all your shows there was someone paying for everything for you, like your sponsor. You knew about him but you didn't know each other. What you didn't know was that sooner or later you were going to have to sleep with him.

One day they were at a celebration and there were you and many more models, politicians, drug traffickers, businessmen, etc.

You were wearing an elegant long black dress with your hair up and clean makeup, your manager approaches and says Manager: Clau, come here

to which you reply -yes tell me

Manager: Jorge is here. Jorge wants to meet you.

I ask

• Look, José (that was the manager's name) , and what does Jorge do?

Manager: Well, girl, I'm going to tell you, but don't be scared, Jorge is the head of a cartel here in Tijuana, that is, a drug trafficker.

I'm in shock

Manager: Change that face and behave yourself, Jorgita is upstairs

points discreetly upwards

I turn around and see Jorge looking at me. I tell my manager

-He's really attractive and his tattoos are amazing

Manager: Let's go I go upstairs when we see Jorge approaching; he was wearing a black suit and had a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Jorge: Nice to meet you, beautiful. My name is Jorge.

I give him my hand and smile -Nice to meet you, my name is Claudia but you can call me Clau

Jorge gives my manager a killer look, my manager leaves and leaves us alone.

Jorge: You look more beautiful than in the magazines

I smile and answer -thank you so much

After talking for a while, Jorge tells me Jorge: Okay, let's go.

I was shocked and I told him -I think you're mistaken, I'm not going anywhere

He grabs me by the waist -You're coming with me, period.

His tone was cold and serious.